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 Kuwait and from Delhi.
But I was there.

I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Lagos and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Darondo to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.

All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Intrusion, Rotary Connection, The Smiths, Eden Ahbez, Khruangbin, The Beau Brummels, Fort Wilson Riot, Matthew Halsall, Gong, The American Breed, Angry Samoans, Barclay James Harvest, Hardrive, Trumans Water, Josef K, Y Pants, The Electric Prunes, Kerri Chandler, L. Decosne, Toni Rubio, Cecil Taylor, Surgeon, The Cramps, Sunsets and Hearts, Joyce Sims, Public Image Ltd., Camberwell Now, Jeff Mills, Smog, Andrew Hill, The Techniques, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, Roy Ayers, Fifty Foot Hose, Derrick May, The Skatalites, Rufus Thomas, the Bar-Kays, Tears for Fears, Tomorrow, James Chance & The Contortions, Danielle Patucci, Electric Light Orchestra, Magma, Saccharine Trust, Flamin' Groovies, Althea and Donna, Davy DMX, Nas, The Vogues, The Last Poets, The Dead C, The Modern Lovers, Al Stewart, Lonnie Liston Smith, Ultra Naté, Arthur Verocai, Rhythm & Sound, Mandrill, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel.

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)