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 St Lucia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 Bologna and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 chamberlin 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 Eric B and Rakim to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord 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 güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Reuben Wilson,
Patti Smith,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Smoke,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
K-Klass,
Chris & Cosey,
The Remains,
Moby Grape,
Surgeon,
Masters at Work,
Angry Samoans,
The Divine Comedy,
X-Ray Spex,
The Human League,
The Fire Engines,
Television,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ultra Naté,
Crispian St. Peters,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Faust,
Lee Hazlewood,
Hasil Adkins,
Bobby Womack,
Nick Fraelich,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Derrick Morgan,
Lungfish,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kaleidoscope,
Gil Scott Heron,
Whodini,
Faraquet,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Trojans,
The Happenings,
Cybotron,
Soulsonic Force,
Connie Case,
The Angels of Light,
Barbara Tucker,
Q and Not U,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Swans,
Dead Boys,
Kerri Chandler,
Procol Harum,
Tomorrow,
Unwound,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Minny Pops,
Niagra,
Schoolly D,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
June of 44,
John Cale,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Siglo XX,
Isaac Hayes,
The Cure,
Fatback Band,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.