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 Mali and from Salvador.
But I was there.

I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in London and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Desert Stars to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Urselle. All the underground hits.

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

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

I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Q and Not U, The Chocolate Watch Band, Minor Threat, Hashim, Prince Buster, Dennis Brown, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Bronski Beat, Nation of Ulysses, Steve Hackett, Davy DMX, Suburban Knight, Heavy D & The Boyz, X-102, Fear, Royal Trux, Black Moon, Thompson Twins, Lower 48, K-Klass, Kurtis Blow, Talk Talk, Avey Tare, Pharoah Sanders, Gichy Dan, The Remains, Second Layer, A Flock of Seagulls, the Bar-Kays, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, E-Dancer, MDC, Bobby Hutcherson, The Victims, Television, Soulsonic Force, The Royal Family And The Poor, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Quadrant, Moby Grape, Eddi Front, Fluxion, the Normal, Freddie Wadling, The Monochrome Set, The Star Department, Barry Ungar, Icehouse, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Anakelly, The Modern Lovers, Pere Ubu, Swell Maps, Thee Headcoats, Aloha Tigers, Television Personalities, Clear Light, Pussy Galore, Skriet, Average White Band, Smog, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.

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)