Infinitely Losing My Edge

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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 Slovenia and from Copenhagen.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Seoul and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The Cure to the techno 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 Nas. All the underground hits.

All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.

I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.

I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.

I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.

But have you seen my records?

James Chance & The Contortions, Laurel Aitken, Amazonics, Spandau Ballet, Barbara Tucker, the Swans, Ajijia Myrayebe, Barry Ungar, Dark Day, Wasted Youth, The Dave Clark Five, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Soft Machine, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Lungfish, Brick, Black Moon, The Happenings, World's Most, Ronan, The Music Machine, Radio Birdman, Lou Reed & John Cale, Kayak, The Pretty Things, Unwound, Louis and Bebe Barron, Bobby Hutcherson, Jimmy McGriff, The Barracudas, Flash Fearless, The Birthday Party, Joey Negro, The Neon Judgement, Nirvana, Pole, Lalo Schifrin, JFA, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, Moss Icon, Marine Girls, Sam Rivers, Hoover, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Kenny Larkin, Rosa Yemen, Arcadia, Lightning Bolt, Selector Dub Narcotic, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Scott Walker, Joe Smooth, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Excepter, Ronnie Foster, Schoolly D, The Skatalites, Mandrill, The Alarm Clocks, The Real Kids, Easy Going, Matthew Bourne, Lou Reed, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.

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.

A hack by Matthew Ogle who is very sorry to James Murphy and basically everyone (cheers to Darius and this for the late-night inspiration)