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 Saudi Arabia and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 g├╝iro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Eric Copeland to the punk 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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.

All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood 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 '80s.

I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.

I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.

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

But have you seen my records?

Fela Kuti, Nas, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Motorama, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, Popol Vuh, Gabor Szabo, Anakelly, Bob Dylan, Cabaret Voltaire, Sun Ra Arkestra, Derrick May, Camberwell Now, Delon & Dalcan, Gang of Four, Surgeon, 48th St. Collective, The Fugs, John Holt, Dennis Brown, Rotary Connection, Lucky Dragons, The Associates, Todd Terry, K-Klass, The Gap Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Vladislav Delay, T. Rex, Erasure, The Doors, The Cosmic Jokers, Make Up, Ken Boothe, Desert Stars, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Scott Walker + Sunn O))), The Sisters of Mercy, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Vainqueur, Pussy Galore, the Normal, Rufus Thomas, Amazonics, KRS-One, Wings, Glambeats Corp., Sparks, Jeff Mills, Fad Gadget, Ultravox, Circle Jerks, The Remains, DJ Style, Gil Scott Heron, Arthur Verocai, Steve Hackett, Interpol, Roxy Music, Jacob Miller, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.

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)