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 Mauritius and from Cairo.
But I was there.

I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Houston and Madrid.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the güiro 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 Rosa Yemen to the punk 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 Organ. All the underground hits.

All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.

I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Parry Music, Japan, Ronan, Max Romeo, Underground Resistance, DeepChord presents Echospace, The Human League, Black Moon, Massinfluence, Tropical Tobacco, Sunsets and Hearts, Average White Band, Gang Starr, U.S. Maple, John Foxx, Donny Hathaway, Crash Course in Science, Rites of Spring, The Real Kids, Yazoo, Grandmaster Flash, The Dead C, Gregory Isaacs, Eyeless In Gaza, Soulsonic Force, The Evens, The Cosmic Jokers, The Red Krayola, Inner City, The Gladiators, This Heat, K-Klass, Don Cherry, Tommy Roe, Terrestrial Tones, Kas Product, Make Up, The Pretty Things, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Ornette Coleman, Idris Muhammad, Echospace, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, The Names, Heaven 17, Jeru the Damaja, Sällskapet, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, The Fire Engines, The Monks, John Coltrane, June of 44, John Holt, Ice-T, Y Pants, The Stooges, Barbara Tucker, Altered Images, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.

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)