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 Poland and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
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 Flash Fearless to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a sitar and a rhodes 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 güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Inner City,
John Holt,
Girls At Our Best!,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jimmy McGriff,
Icehouse,
Pierre Henry,
Lungfish,
The Gun Club,
Don Cherry,
Eden Ahbez,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dead Boys,
Blancmange,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ornette Coleman,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The American Breed,
The Doors,
Jandek,
Matthew Halsall,
Minny Pops,
The Pop Group,
Popol Vuh,
Lalann,
The Shadows of Knight,
10cc,
Soft Machine,
The Monochrome Set,
Radiopuhelimet,
Maleditus Sound,
Newcleus,
Oneida,
The Searchers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Dead C,
The Pretty Things,
Y Pants,
John Coltrane,
Amazonics,
Joe Finger,
Slave,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Marcia Griffiths,
Half Japanese,
Accadde A,
Bill Near,
Model 500,
Sun City Girls,
Cluster,
Tom Boy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
June of 44,
The Misunderstood,
Rhythm & Sound,
Johnny Clarke,
Easy Going,
D'Angelo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ultra Naté,
Simply Red,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.