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 Sri Lanka and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Roger Hodgson to the techno 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar 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 synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gang Green,
Nation of Ulysses,
Porter Ricks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bad Manners,
Mandrill,
Barbara Tucker,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Walker Brothers,
Toni Rubio,
Bill Wells,
Joe Smooth,
E-Dancer,
The Detroit Cobras,
The American Breed,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ponytail,
Jeff Lynne,
Drexciya,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Vogues,
the Sonics,
Gastr Del Sol,
Slave,
Youth Brigade,
the Association,
Neu!,
X-101,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Stereo Dub,
Tommy Roe,
Kevin Saunderson,
LL Cool J,
Gichy Dan,
Easy Going,
Avey Tare,
Ralphi Rosario,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Associates,
The Birthday Party,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Cecil Taylor,
Joy Division,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Moody Blues,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Juan Atkins,
The Durutti Column,
Eddi Front,
Eli Mardock,
Man Eating Sloth,
Quantec,
Lakeside,
Al Stewart,
a-ha,
Kayak,
Sparks,
Mr. Review,
Man Parrish,
Pantaleimon,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.