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 Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the marimba 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 Silicon Teens to the grime 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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba 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 arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Nik Kershaw,
Wings,
Sister Nancy,
Letta Mbulu,
the Swans,
Thompson Twins,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kerri Chandler,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
KRS-One,
Darondo,
New Age Steppers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Swell Maps,
Roy Ayers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Human League,
EPMD,
Gichy Dan,
Bad Manners,
K-Klass,
Suicide,
Leonard Cohen,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Todd Rundgren,
Organ,
Procol Harum,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Human League,
Sex Pistols,
Lou Reed,
Sixth Finger,
Agitation Free,
Danielle Patucci,
Shuggie Otis,
Man Eating Sloth,
Chris & Cosey,
The Move,
Oblivians,
Maleditus Sound,
The Standells,
Moss Icon,
The Neon Judgement,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
cv313,
Skaos,
Nirvana,
Eddi Front,
Swans,
Pole,
Angry Samoans,
These Immortal Souls,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
DJ Sneak,
Quantec,
The Sonics,
The Evens,
Bang On A Can,
Section 25,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.