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 Zimbabwe and from New York.
But I was there.

I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Stockholm and Shanghai.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the grunge 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 The Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.

All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.

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

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Sparks, The Evens, K-Klass, Kenny Larkin, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Deepchord, The Toasters, Royal Trux, Pet Shop Boys, Ituana, Main Source, Das Ding, Make Up, Idris Muhammad, Thompson Twins, Infiniti, Dual Sessions, Gregory Isaacs, The Gap Band, The Black Dice, Larry & the Blue Notes, The Index, Monolake, Rapeman, Barry Ungar, London Community Gospel Choir, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Mad Mike, The Cure, The Alarm Clocks, Index, David Bowie, Deadbeat, Simply Red, The Moody Blues, Louis and Bebe Barron, Peter & Gordon, Nation of Ulysses, Mars, Neil Young, Freddie Wadling, Bizarre Inc., Zero Boys, Alison Limerick, The Shadows of Knight, Derrick Morgan, Electric Prunes, Ajijia Myrayebe, Black Pus, Liliput, Vainqueur, The Royal Family And The Poor, B.T. Express, The Cosmic Jokers, Kool Moe Dee, Goldenarms, Franke, The Mighty Diamonds, Guru Guru, Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).

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)