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 Costa Rica and from New York.
But I was there.

I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Houston and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Fad Gadget to the jazz 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 Inner City. All the underground hits.

All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.

I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Graham Central Station, Pet Shop Boys, Tubeway Army, Pantaleimon, Ornette Coleman, Kurtis Blow, Nico, Peter & Gordon, Kaleidoscope, Minnie Riperton, The J.B.'s, Dead Boys, Shuggie Otis, Tim Buckley, Gabor Szabo, Audionom, Erasure, Malaria!, Derrick May, Minor Threat, Glambeats Corp., Jeru the Damaja, Albert Ayler, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Model 500, The Modern Lovers, a-ha, Slick Rick, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, John Cale, The Martian, Agitation Free, A Flock of Seagulls, Negative Approach, Subhumans, Lalann, The Fuzztones, the Swans, Outsiders, Deadbeat, The Walker Brothers, Dark Day, Stiv Bators, London Community Gospel Choir, The Tremeloes, Heaven 17, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Robert Wyatt, Schoolly D, Circle Jerks, The Cure, The Leaves, Trumans Water, Motorama, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Ronnie Foster, Sex Pistols, Quadrant, The Sound, Eric Copeland, Nirvana, DJ Sneak, Peter and Kerry, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.

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)