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 Argentina and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Johannesburg.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Fluxion to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 snare and a theremin 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 synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Scrapy,
Electric Prunes,
The Alarm Clocks,
Technova,
Sparks,
Infiniti,
Yellowson,
Peter and Kerry,
Crooked Eye,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Scott Walker,
Circle Jerks,
Howard Jones,
Neu!,
The Sonics,
Cluster,
Gang Starr,
Hasil Adkins,
Lower 48,
Aaron Thompson,
Swell Maps,
Ken Boothe,
Alphaville,
The Flesh Eaters,
X-102,
Shoche,
Fluxion,
Lou Christie,
Absolute Body Control,
Eli Mardock,
Jacques Brel,
MC5,
Angry Samoans,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gong,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Marine Girls,
Arthur Verocai,
The Gap Band,
Nils Olav,
Jacob Miller,
Kurtis Blow,
Sällskapet,
Agitation Free,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
David Axelrod,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Babytalk,
Aural Exciters,
Japan,
The Smoke,
Hashim,
The Velvet Underground,
The Saints,
The Residents,
Dead Boys,
Dark Day,
Marvin Gaye,
Kenny Larkin,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Human League,
John Lydon,
La Düsseldorf,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.