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 Switzerland and from Edmonton.
But I was there.

I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Bremen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the electroclash 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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.

All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel 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 '80s.

I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Electric Light Orchestra, Liaisons Dangereuses, Subhumans, Amon Düül, DNA, X-Ray Spex, Arab on Radar, One Last Wish, the Association, Godley & Creme, Rotary Connection, Rapeman, The Remains, James White and The Blacks, Bobby Womack, Section 25, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Roger Hodgson, Television, Mad Mike, Peter & Gordon, The Last Poets, Infiniti, The Chocolate Watch Band, Aswad, Little Man, Gabor Szabo, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Yaz, Sound Behaviour, The Invisible, Lou Christie, The Martian, Bluetip, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Yazoo, Spoonie Gee, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Joe Smooth, The Stooges, Matthew Bourne, Skarface, Flamin' Groovies, Dawn Penn, Au Pairs, Brick, Lou Reed & John Cale, DJ Style, Icehouse, Howard Jones, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Steve Hackett, The Grass Roots, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Gichy Dan, Ultimate Spinach, FM Einheit, Sixth Finger, Depeche Mode, Nik Kershaw, Livin' Joy, Country Teasers, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.

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)