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 Poland and from Hong Kong.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Salvador and Mumbai.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Janne Schatter to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.

All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.

I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.

I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.

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

But have you seen my records?

Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Ultimate Spinach, Deakin, John Coltrane, Fad Gadget, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, The Stooges, Joensuu 1685, The Beau Brummels, Crooked Eye, The Young Rascals, Vainqueur, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, Nas, B.T. Express, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Black Pus, Kenny Larkin, Fear, Freddie Wadling, The Golliwogs, Magazine, Larry & the Blue Notes, Jeru the Damaja, Bill Near, One Last Wish, Derrick Morgan, Quantec, Hardrive, Amon Düül, Sound Behaviour, Anakelly, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Ronnie Foster, Peter & Gordon, Cal Tjader, Ten City, The Pop Group, Dawn Penn, Silicon Teens, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Masters at Work, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Malaria!, The American Breed, the Swans, The Skatalites, Bobbi Humphrey, Gong, Kerri Chandler, Stereo Dub, The Modern Lovers, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, Ice-T, The Buckinghams, Can, Cameo, Wire, Don Cherry, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.

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)