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 Paraguay and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Johannesburg.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 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 DJ Sneak to the punk 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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 linndrum and a mellotron 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 güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
Outsiders,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Amon Düül,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Toasters,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Parry Music,
Schoolly D,
The Skatalites,
Lindisfarne,
Amon Düül II,
Fear,
Barry Ungar,
Warsaw,
The Pretty Things,
Procol Harum,
Josef K,
Kas Product,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Model 500,
Mr. Review,
DNA,
Johnny Osbourne,
Accadde A,
Liliput,
The Gap Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bluetip,
Letta Mbulu,
Bill Wells,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Niagra,
Harmonia,
The Vogues,
Pantaleimon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Raincoats,
Guru Guru,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Leonard Cohen,
Pulsallama,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Slits,
Colin Newman,
Lungfish,
Bush Tetras,
Bronski Beat,
Pole,
Minor Threat,
Gong,
AZ,
Buzzcocks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Young Marble Giants,
Bill Near,
La Düsseldorf,
The Doobie Brothers,
Dark Day,
Skarface,
Soul II Soul,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.