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 St Lucia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Sun City Girls to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron 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 an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Joe Finger,
Matthew Bourne,
Metal Thangz,
Duran Duran,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
These Immortal Souls,
Dead Boys,
Joe Smooth,
Eli Mardock,
Silicon Teens,
Minny Pops,
Section 25,
The Trojans,
Judy Mowatt,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The United States of America,
Audionom,
Jacob Miller,
Negative Approach,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Offenders,
Buzzcocks,
X-102,
Max Romeo,
The Gories,
The Evens,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sixth Finger,
Supertramp,
Marmalade,
Unwound,
The Mummies,
Von Mondo,
Q and Not U,
The Tremeloes,
Pantytec,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Fall,
Funkadelic,
Pylon,
Janne Schatter,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Guru Guru,
Icehouse,
Gichy Dan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bronski Beat,
Harry Pussy,
Faust,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Laurel Aitken,
Minor Threat,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bobby Womack,
Morten Harket,
Radiohead,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sex Pistols,
Motorama,
Procol Harum,
Gang Gang Dance,
CMW,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.