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 Madagascar and from Stockholm.
But I was there.

I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Edmonton and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Holger Czukay 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 New Order to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.

All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players record on German import.

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

I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.

I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.

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

But have you seen my records?

Ituana, Main Source, kango's stein massive, Erasure, The Modern Lovers, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Marshall Jefferson, The Durutti Column, Minnie Riperton, The Happenings, The Black Dice, Franke, Bobby Sherman, the Association, Easy Going, Radiopuhelimet, Crispian St. Peters, The Shadows of Knight, The Wake, Guru Guru, Robert Görl, The Mighty Diamonds, Kool Moe Dee, The Pop Group, Country Teasers, Pulsallama, Erykah Badu, Jerry Gold Smith, Sister Nancy, Idris Muhammad, Eric Copeland, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Glenn Branca, Icehouse, The Mojo Men, China Crisis, Johnny Osbourne, Cymande, Jacob Miller, Rekid, David McCallum, The Smoke, Au Pairs, Marvin Gaye, Deepchord, Skriet, Tres Demented, Sam Rivers, Surgeon, Black Pus, The Skatalites, Groovy Waters, Cameo, Gang of Four, Heavy D & The Boyz, X-101, Moss Icon, Barbara Tucker, Matthew Bourne, Wally Richardson, Louis and Bebe Barron, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.

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)