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 Kiribati and from Columbus.
But I was there.

I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Winnipeg and Cairo.
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 marimba 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 Jerry's Kids to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.

All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.

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

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Banda Bassotti, Marvin Gaye, Simply Red, Sparks, Drexciya, Gabor Szabo, Letta Mbulu, Chris & Cosey, DJ Style, Sex Pistols, Liliput, Black Bananas, MDC, The Happenings, Robert Wyatt, Darondo, David Bowie, Heaven 17, Kayak, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Grey Daturas, The Sonics, Spandau Ballet, Soul Sonic Force, Jerry Gold Smith, Moebius, Bob Dylan, The Names, Au Pairs, Graham Central Station, Nils Olav, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Yaz, FM Einheit, Mark Hollis, Terry Callier, Jimmy McGriff, Mo-Dettes, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Cabaret Voltaire, Blossom Toes, Lindisfarne, Stetsasonic, Arab on Radar, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Donny Hathaway, Sonic Youth, Toni Rubio, Derrick Morgan, Depeche Mode, Marcia Griffiths, Maleditus Sound, Tim Buckley, Bluetip, Dead Boys, Oneida, Nick Fraelich, Jandek, Television Personalities, Stockholm Monsters, Yellowson, Theoretical Girls, Rufus Thomas, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.

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)