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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Mexico City.
But I was there.

I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Halifax and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Nation of Ulysses to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Quantec. All the underground hits.

All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.

I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.

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

But have you seen my records?

The Star Department, Flipper, The Divine Comedy, T. Rex, Crash Course in Science, Quando Quango, Country Joe & The Fish, Janne Schatter, Soul Sonic Force, The Flesh Eaters, Television Personalities, Boz Scaggs, Smog, Pet Shop Boys, The Names, The Searchers, The Busters, The Barracudas, Cheater Slicks, kango's stein massive, Ronan, Electric Prunes, Quadrant, Negative Approach, Rekid, Amon Düül, Subhumans, Roy Ayers, Scratch Acid, Moby Grape, Electric Light Orchestra, the Sonics, Erasure, The Invisible, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Eric Dolphy, Ludus, Shuggie Otis, The Dirtbombs, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Franke, Q and Not U, The Royal Family And The Poor, A Flock of Seagulls, Darondo, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Cramps, Agent Orange, Lalo Schifrin, Albert Ayler, Gang Gang Dance, John Cale, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, One Last Wish, June of 44, Big Daddy Kane, The Human League, Donny Hathaway, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, The Blues Magoos, Wings, Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.

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)