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 Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Misunderstood to the grunge 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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet 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 harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Max Romeo,
Marine Girls,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Andrew Hill,
Joensuu 1685,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The J.B.'s,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Reagan Youth,
Au Pairs,
KRS-One,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Intrusion,
Pussy Galore,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rapeman,
Crispian St. Peters,
June of 44,
UT,
Simply Red,
X-101,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Nation of Ulysses,
Excepter,
Don Cherry,
The Barracudas,
Scrapy,
Q and Not U,
The Dirtbombs,
Livin' Joy,
Negative Approach,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
10cc,
Harmonia,
Flipper,
the Bar-Kays,
Bluetip,
Harry Pussy,
Joey Negro,
Neu!,
Anakelly,
Warren Ellis,
Yusef Lateef,
Marc Almond,
Yazoo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Monks,
Stiv Bators,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jacques Brel,
Todd Terry,
Cal Tjader,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Buckinghams,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lungfish,
The Offenders,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
La Düsseldorf,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.