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 Yemen and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.

I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Lagos and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
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 Sarah Menescal to the dance 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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.

All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Jerry Gold Smith, Chris & Cosey, Prince Buster, Country Joe & The Fish, Depeche Mode, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Icehouse, Terrestrial Tones, Bad Manners, Don Cherry, The Names, June of 44, Harmonia, Kas Product, Eric Dolphy, Adolescents, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Quando Quango, Massinfluence, Jerry's Kids, Brothers Johnson, The American Breed, Soul II Soul, La Düsseldorf, The Wake, Rhythm & Sound, The Birthday Party, Jesper Dahlbäck, Intrusion, Nas, Pantaleimon, Fluxion, The Doors, John Cale, Electric Light Orchestra, Heaven 17, Yusef Lateef, The Beau Brummels, June Days, Tres Demented, Larry & the Blue Notes, The Busters, DJ Sneak, Easy Going, Warsaw, Kango’s Stein Massive, Clear Light, Magma, Tubeway Army, Rotary Connection, Soft Machine, H. Thieme, The Mummies, The Gladiators, The Offenders, Freddie Wadling, In Retrospect, Leonard Cohen, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Henry Cow, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.

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)