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 Ivory Coast and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gang Gang Dance to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sound Behaviour,
Gang Green,
Bobby Sherman,
Reagan Youth,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Wire,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Monks,
Cybotron,
Hoover,
Can,
Soul II Soul,
Girls At Our Best!,
Absolute Body Control,
X-102,
Mad Mike,
Pulsallama,
Section 25,
Pylon,
Saccharine Trust,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Cecil Taylor,
The Slackers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Five Americans,
Kerri Chandler,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Amon Düül II,
Sex Pistols,
Iggy Pop,
Fear,
Aswad,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
World's Most,
Quantec,
Lalann,
Marmalade,
Black Bananas,
Isaac Hayes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lungfish,
Bauhaus,
The Smoke,
Alison Limerick,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pharoah Sanders,
Wasted Youth,
Hardrive,
Slave,
Faust,
Harmonia,
Urselle,
JFA,
The Remains,
Spoonie Gee,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Barrington Levy,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.