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 Marshall Islands and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Y Pants to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin 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 oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
The Names,
8 Eyed Spy,
Delta 5,
The Litter,
Nirvana,
Trumans Water,
Aural Exciters,
Duran Duran,
Mo-Dettes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bill Wells,
The Gories,
Dave Gahan,
Gang Green,
Royal Trux,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sam Rivers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Junior Murvin,
Malaria!,
DJ Sneak,
Gichy Dan,
Khruangbin,
The Monks,
Crash Course in Science,
Pussy Galore,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Godley & Creme,
Ossler,
Soft Machine,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kerri Chandler,
Marc Almond,
The Durutti Column,
Crispian St. Peters,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Q and Not U,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The J.B.'s,
John Foxx,
The Trojans,
R.M.O.,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fear,
The Human League,
Thompson Twins,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Absolute Body Control,
Lucky Dragons,
Y Pants,
The Victims,
The Leaves,
Tom Boy,
The Searchers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
B.T. Express,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.