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 Norway and from Cairo.
But I was there.

I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Spokane and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 arpeggiator 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 Althea and Donna to the punk 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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.

All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.

I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.

I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.

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

But have you seen my records?

Anthony Braxton, Ituana, Piero Umiliani, Tubeway Army, The Golliwogs, Quantec, Cabaret Voltaire, The Vogues, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, the Association, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Bobby Hutcherson, Masters at Work, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, Country Teasers, Bill Near, Oppenheimer Analysis, Joe Finger, The Young Rascals, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, JFA, Lou Reed & Metallica, The Index, kango's stein massive, Kurtis Blow, Louis and Bebe Barron, Andrew Hill, Eden Ahbez, Q65, Curtis Mayfield, The Gories, Eve St. Jones, Angry Samoans, Larry & the Blue Notes, EPMD, KRS-One, Sight & Sound, Maleditus Sound, Monolake, FM Einheit, Deakin, Jawbox, Television, Alphaville, Sandy B, Oblivians, The Selecter, Pierre Henry, Sexual Harrassment, Franke, Mo-Dettes, The Remains, CMW, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Fugazi, Fort Wilson Riot, The Tremeloes, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.

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)