Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from United Kingdom and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Searchers to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Deakin,
Stockholm Monsters,
Swans,
One Last Wish,
Black Flag,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
June Days,
Marine Girls,
Lebanon Hanover,
Judy Mowatt,
D'Angelo,
Dorothy Ashby,
Zero Boys,
Alice Coltrane,
Leonard Cohen,
Alison Limerick,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Henry Cow,
B.T. Express,
Ossler,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sällskapet,
Scott Walker,
Sparks,
Ronnie Foster,
Flipper,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Anakelly,
The Dave Clark Five,
Wasted Youth,
The Gladiators,
Tomorrow,
Trumans Water,
The Angels of Light,
John Lydon,
Hashim,
the Bar-Kays,
Bizarre Inc.,
Thee Headcoats,
Wolf Eyes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Albert Ayler,
Iggy Pop,
Schoolly D,
Cymande,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Crooked Eye,
Steve Hackett,
the Normal,
Bauhaus,
Matthew Halsall,
Laurel Aitken,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Unrelated Segments,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Star Department,
Ultra Naté,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.