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 Finland and from Madrid.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Spokane and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 oboe 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 Pole to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Nico. All the underground hits.

All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.

I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.

I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.

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

But have you seen my records?

David Axelrod, the Bar-Kays, Los Fastidios, The Moody Blues, Faust, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, The Skatalites, MDC, Delta 5, AZ, Johnny Osbourne, Tommy Roe, Sandy B, Sight & Sound, Pole, Echospace, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Ohio Players, Nico, Josef K, Nils Olav, Loose Ends, Pantytec, Connie Case, Wally Richardson, Jeff Lynne, The Fire Engines, Lebanon Hanover, Soul II Soul, Sun Ra Arkestra, Suburban Knight, Technova, Rod Modell, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Bad Manners, Cabaret Voltaire, Rites of Spring, PIL, Simply Red, Heaven 17, Animal Collective, Sparks, Morten Harket, Angry Samoans, Mars, Grauzone, X-101, John Coltrane, The Happenings, Flamin' Groovies, Roxy Music, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Fugazi, The Trojans, Letta Mbulu, Rosa Yemen, Gregory Isaacs, The Five Americans, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.

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)