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 Cambodia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.

I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Columbus and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Marc Almond to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Toasters. All the underground hits.

All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.

I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Prince Buster, Beasts of Bourbon, Moebius, Junior Murvin, Thompson Twins, Cymande, Electric Prunes, Barbara Tucker, Gastr Del Sol, Mandrill, Fela Kuti, ABBA, Country Joe & The Fish, the Normal, MDC, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Delon & Dalcan, Young Marble Giants, cv313, Ronnie Foster, The Fire Engines, Vainqueur, Nik Kershaw, Deepchord, The Dirtbombs, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, The Fuzztones, Massinfluence, AZ, James White and The Blacks, Motorama, Aural Exciters, Hashim, Gerry Rafferty, Basic Channel, Black Flag, Wally Richardson, Ice-T, New Age Steppers, The Offenders, Zapp, Marc Almond, A Flock of Seagulls, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Bobby Byrd, Kango’s Stein Massive, Arthur Verocai, Skaos, Matthew Halsall, Aloha Tigers, Lyres, The Gun Club, Kas Product, Heaven 17, Ultravox, Matthew Bourne, These Immortal Souls, Tom Boy, The Barracudas, Joy Division, The Human League, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.

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)