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 Turkey and from Manchester.
But I was there.

I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Shanghai and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 chamberlin 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 Radio Birdman to the punk 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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.

All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.

I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Ossler, Bizarre Inc., Skarface, Lou Reed & John Cale, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, The Move, Unrelated Segments, Charles Mingus, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Mary Jane Girls, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Curtis Mayfield, James Chance & The Contortions, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Toni Rubio, Lower 48, Con Funk Shun, Spandau Ballet, Radiohead, Eurythmics, Das Ding, Aloha Tigers, The Zeros, Mad Mike, Judy Mowatt, Nation of Ulysses, Surgeon, Laurel Aitken, Howard Jones, Ornette Coleman, Altered Images, The Motions, The Fall, Jawbox, Bush Tetras, Bootsy Collins, Q65, Dennis Brown, Magma, Sixth Finger, Derrick May, Fugazi, ABC, Desert Stars, Bluetip, Unwound, Peter and Kerry, Ohio Players, The Cramps, Cabaret Voltaire, Alice Coltrane, The Names, Thompson Twins, Matthew Bourne, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Kas Product, The American Breed, Isaac Hayes, Marvin Gaye, Nik Kershaw, Whodini, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.

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)