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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.

I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 London and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.

All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord 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 an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Janne Schatter record.

I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.

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

But have you seen my records?

Steve Hackett, Lyres, Albert Ayler, The Angels of Light, 10cc, New Age Steppers, Sight & Sound, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, The Red Krayola, Funky Four + One, China Crisis, Index, the Slits, Porter Ricks, Rotary Connection, Lungfish, Scrapy, Crime, Danielle Patucci, Joensuu 1685, Fugazi, The Moleskins, Magma, Archie Shepp, Alice Coltrane, Thompson Twins, Brothers Johnson, Organ, Stockholm Monsters, Lucky Dragons, The Music Machine, L. Decosne, CMW, the Normal, The Motions, The Tremeloes, The New Christs, The Leaves, Oppenheimer Analysis, Johnny Clarke, The Sonics, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Q and Not U, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Iggy Pop, Deadbeat, Silicon Teens, Rites of Spring, Sam Rivers, Delon & Dalcan, Cameo, Fatback Band, The Cosmic Jokers, U.S. Maple, The Doobie Brothers, Joe Smooth, The Beau Brummels, B.T. Express, Von Mondo, The Royal Family And The Poor, Yellowson, Monolake, Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.

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)