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 Gabon and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Visage to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator 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 chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
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,
Franke,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Brick,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Red Krayola,
Von Mondo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pharoah Sanders,
Joensuu 1685,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Association,
Bobby Hutcherson,
In Retrospect,
Warren Ellis,
Aaron Thompson,
The Sonics,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jawbox,
Mandrill,
Jesper Dahlback,
Charles Mingus,
Pantytec,
The Skatalites,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Robert Görl,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kaleidoscope,
Public Enemy,
Essential Logic,
Loose Ends,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
New Order,
Todd Terry,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Soft Machine,
Patti Smith,
Jeru the Damaja,
Zapp,
The Barracudas,
Porter Ricks,
Banda Bassotti,
Ultimate Spinach,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Tremeloes,
Subhumans,
Fatback Band,
Bill Near,
Byron Stingily,
Terrestrial Tones,
Tubeway Army,
LL Cool J,
The Dead C,
The Electric Prunes,
Mary Jane Girls,
Flipper,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Offenders,
Bluetip,
Q65,
Index,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.