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 Palau and from Taipei.
But I was there.

I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Lille and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 guitar 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 The Blues Magoos to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.

All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.

I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.

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

But have you seen my records?

Cameo, The Gladiators, Sister Nancy, Cluster, The Walker Brothers, the Sonics, MC5, The J.B.'s, La Düsseldorf, Yellowson, Motorama, Liliput, Absolute Body Control, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Public Image Ltd., Mo-Dettes, The Evens, Jeru the Damaja, Josef K, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Thompson Twins, Public Enemy, Al Stewart, Alton Ellis, Aloha Tigers, Bang on a Can All-Stars, The Pop Group, Kerri Chandler, Ponytail, Babytalk, DeepChord presents Echospace, Monolake, Bang On A Can, Panda Bear, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Dennis Brown, The Associates, Harmonia, Blancmange, Isaac Hayes, Marshall Jefferson, The Barracudas, Basic Channel, Sex Pistols, Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Jimmy McGriff, The Offenders, Glambeats Corp., Moby Grape, Tim Buckley, Pantaleimon, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, The Blues Magoos, John Foxx, The Moody Blues, Avey Tare, Johnny Clarke, Fat Boys, the Soft Cell, Thee Headcoats, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.

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)