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 Japan and from Seoul.
But I was there.

I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Beijing and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 theremin 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 Slick Rick to the punk 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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.

All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.

I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Wings, The Seeds, Alice Coltrane, The Tremeloes, Janne Schatter, Cecil Taylor, Schoolly D, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Motorama, Judy Mowatt, This Heat, Joensuu 1685, Pussy Galore, Byron Stingily, Colin Newman, The Fortunes, Jeff Mills, Arcadia, It's A Beautiful Day, Archie Shepp, Khruangbin, Kayak, Scratch Acid, Eric Copeland, Lalo Schifrin, Flipper, Lakeside, Gang Starr, Groovy Waters, Bush Tetras, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Louis and Bebe Barron, The Vogues, John Foxx, Cheater Slicks, Black Moon, Brand Nubian, Magma, Blossom Toes, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Slave, Roy Ayers, Ronan, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Aaron Thompson, Davy DMX, Deadbeat, Junior Murvin, The Gladiators, Ralphi Rosario, Pharoah Sanders, Man Eating Sloth, Throbbing Gristle, Ornette Coleman, The Fire Engines, The Young Rascals, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Derrick Morgan, Dennis Brown, PIL, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz.

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)