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 South Africa and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Lagos and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 rhodes 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 Alison Limerick 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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.

All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.

I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Quando Quango, John Cale, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Von Mondo, Be Bop Deluxe, Laurel Aitken, Jesper Dahlbäck, The Residents, Massinfluence, Liaisons Dangereuses, Judy Mowatt, Ajijia Myrayebe, the Germs, Bobbi Humphrey, U.S. Maple, Barrington Levy, Porter Ricks, Q and Not U, Marcia Griffiths, The Dave Clark Five, Audionom, Arab on Radar, Agitation Free, Ultimate Spinach, Wings, The Mighty Diamonds, R.M.O., Kenny Larkin, Deadbeat, Camberwell Now, Sun Ra, JFA, Fugazi, Gong, Kings Of Tomorrow, Scott Walker, The Litter, Popol Vuh, Chrome, Chris & Cosey, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, China Crisis, The Divine Comedy, Hasil Adkins, Beasts of Bourbon, Con Funk Shun, Franke, Magma, Lindisfarne, Funkadelic, Mr. Review, Don Cherry, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, These Immortal Souls, Wolf Eyes, The Fortunes, Terry Callier, Mad Mike, Eric B and Rakim, Heaven 17, Barbara Tucker, Nick Fraelich, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.

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)