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 Tunisia and from Accra.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Tokyo and Cairo.
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 organ 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 Joensuu 1685 to the techno 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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.

All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.

I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Ten City, Excepter, The Leaves, Clear Light, OOIOO, Bauhaus, David Bowie, Brothers Johnson, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Wasted Youth, The Durutti Column, Charles Mingus, Graham Central Station, The Pop Group, Ultravox, Agent Orange, The Happenings, Lucky Dragons, Television, The Evens, The Martian, Gang of Four, The Gladiators, Rakim, Boogie Down Productions, Mad Mike, Minutemen, Electric Light Orchestra, kango's stein massive, Roxette, Television Personalities, Joensuu 1685, Wire, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Mo-Dettes, Kerri Chandler, The Remains, Faraquet, Freddie Wadling, Hashim, Ituana, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Beasts of Bourbon, The Fugs, Laurel Aitken, Dark Day, Nico, Quando Quango, John Cale, Zapp, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Dead Boys, Brick, Eric Dolphy, Tommy Roe, Country Teasers, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.

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)