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 Mexico and from Houston.
But I was there.

I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Salvador and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Dead C to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.

All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.

I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.

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

But have you seen my records?

The Gap Band, Idris Muhammad, Bluetip, Frankie Knuckles, Reuben Wilson, Roger Hodgson, The Alarm Clocks, The American Breed, Colin Newman, Minutemen, Sex Pistols, The Golliwogs, The Fall, Adolescents, Sonny Sharrock, Mark Hollis, Negative Approach, DJ Sneak, Mad Mike, Wire, Liaisons Dangereuses, Sixth Finger, The Gories, Robert Hood, Guru Guru, Cabaret Voltaire, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Cowsills, The Sisters of Mercy, The Seeds, Slick Rick, Quando Quango, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, Procol Harum, Nirvana, Peter & Gordon, Bush Tetras, Ronan, MDC, Eric Dolphy, Steve Hackett, MC5, the Soft Cell, Davy DMX, Matthew Halsall, the Sonics, Visage, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, John Cale, Gabor Szabo, Harmonia, Aswad, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Black Moon, Cecil Taylor, Brand Nubian, Zapp, Jesper Dahlbäck, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, The Moleskins, Malaria!, Pole, Glenn Branca, Mary Jane Girls, The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.

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)