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 Fiji and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro 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 rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Stiv Bators,
Blake Baxter,
The Angels of Light,
Scientists,
Todd Rundgren,
Little Man,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Crispy Ambulance,
Neil Young,
The Black Dice,
Bang On A Can,
Cluster,
Saccharine Trust,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sugar Minott,
Erykah Badu,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mr. Review,
Steve Hackett,
Prince Buster,
David McCallum,
Harpers Bizarre,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Shuggie Otis,
Subhumans,
Lou Reed,
The United States of America,
Roxette,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Slits,
Surgeon,
Bauhaus,
Fat Boys,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jacques Brel,
Al Stewart,
Y Pants,
The Birthday Party,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Real Kids,
The Human League,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lalo Schifrin,
Stetsasonic,
Amazonics,
DNA,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Second Layer,
Dennis Brown,
Joyce Sims,
The Fugs,
Das Ding,
The Offenders,
Moby Grape,
The Young Rascals,
Slave,
Andrew Hill,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sun Ra,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.