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 Poland and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Joe Finger to the grime 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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare 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 theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
The Walker Brothers,
Joe Smooth,
Make Up,
Matthew Bourne,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
La Düsseldorf,
DNA,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Happenings,
Negative Approach,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sparks,
Little Man,
Television,
Quadrant,
Rakim,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
U.S. Maple,
Matthew Halsall,
Todd Terry,
Minutemen,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Howard Jones,
Drive Like Jehu,
Radiohead,
Groovy Waters,
Pierre Henry,
Yusef Lateef,
Ronan,
Moebius,
Isaac Hayes,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kevin Saunderson,
Barry Ungar,
Rapeman,
Lou Christie,
New Order,
B.T. Express,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Donald Byrd,
The Sound,
Warsaw,
Rosa Yemen,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fluxion,
Soulsonic Force,
Suicide,
Ossler,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Golliwogs,
Lou Reed,
Sister Nancy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Severed Heads,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bluetip,
Quantec,
Panda Bear,
A Certain Ratio,
X-102,
The Neon Judgement,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.