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 Swaziland and from Delhi.
But I was there.

I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Taipei and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Television. All the underground hits.

All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.

I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Angry Samoans, Fela Kuti, Nik Kershaw, Sly & The Family Stone, The Gap Band, Bang on a Can All-Stars, The Skatalites, Al Stewart, Stetsasonic, The Gladiators, Outsiders, The Offenders, Fat Boys, Amon Düül, Wally Richardson, Yazoo, Traffic Nightmare, London Community Gospel Choir, Kerri Chandler, Metal Thangz, Radio Birdman, Max Romeo, Moss Icon, Faraquet, Erasure, Bill Near, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Franke, Big Daddy Kane, Eden Ahbez, Brothers Johnson, Animal Collective, Banda Bassotti, Oneida, Sixth Finger, Yaz, Aswad, Country Teasers, Ultimate Spinach, Pierre Henry, The Men They Couldn't Hang, 10cc, Moby Grape, the Slits, The Count Five, Black Flag, Pagans, AZ, Loose Ends, Sun Ra Arkestra, Niagra, Joyce Sims, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Alison Limerick, Silicon Teens, Sunsets and Hearts, Rapeman, Pantaleimon, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Marcia Griffiths, Second Layer, The Music Machine, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano.

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)