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 Korea North and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 guitar 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe 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 synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Nas,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
T.S.O.L.,
Zapp,
OOIOO,
Gong,
PIL,
Bobby Womack,
8 Eyed Spy,
Crooked Eye,
Piero Umiliani,
Young Marble Giants,
Derrick Morgan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
A Certain Ratio,
Chris & Cosey,
Sonny Sharrock,
In Retrospect,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Schoolly D,
Faraquet,
Warren Ellis,
Gregory Isaacs,
Aural Exciters,
Altered Images,
K-Klass,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Cal Tjader,
The Dead C,
Gang of Four,
Harpers Bizarre,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Excepter,
Arthur Verocai,
the Human League,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Robert Görl,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Con Funk Shun,
Duran Duran,
Organ,
Banda Bassotti,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rakim,
Anthony Braxton,
Television,
Masters at Work,
Joey Negro,
Ohio Players,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Carl Craig,
Andrew Hill,
Minutemen,
Minnie Riperton,
Peter and Kerry,
Pantytec,
Sandy B,
Barry Ungar,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.