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 Comoros and from Toronto.
But I was there.

I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Manchester and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Jimmy McGriff to the electroclash 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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.

All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Chris & Cosey, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, a-ha, Eyeless In Gaza, Alton Ellis, UT, Black Moon, Alice Coltrane, Siouxsie and the Banshees, The Toasters, Electric Prunes, Don Cherry, The Human League, David McCallum, Ponytail, Eric B and Rakim, Duran Duran, Q65, The Litter, Black Pus, Bobby Hutcherson, Oppenheimer Analysis, James White and The Blacks, Minny Pops, Thee Headcoats, Scrapy, Connie Case, Loose Ends, Spoonie Gee, Radio Birdman, Liliput, Index, The Seeds, The Cowsills, Sparks, The Monks, Thompson Twins, La Düsseldorf, The Smiths, Adolescents, Altered Images, Jawbox, Matthew Halsall, Quando Quango, The Buckinghams, Juan Atkins, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Sonny Sharrock, Kerrie Biddell, Amon Düül, Sixth Finger, Cybotron, Swell Maps, The Blackbyrds, Soulsonic Force, Brand Nubian, The Red Krayola, Inner City, Jesper Dahlbäck, The Cure, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.

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)