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 Maldives and from Glasgow.
But I was there.

I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Portland and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the jazz 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 The Slackers. All the underground hits.

All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.

I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

The Saints, Albert Ayler, Heavy D & The Boyz, Pylon, Slick Rick, The Dave Clark Five, Tropical Tobacco, Tears for Fears, Black Bananas, Janne Schatter, June of 44, Siglo XX, The Kinks, The Walker Brothers, DeepChord presents Echospace, Ajijia Myrayebe, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Bizarre Inc., PIL, Eric Copeland, Clear Light, Tomorrow, Gerry Rafferty, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, The Durutti Column, Deakin, Joey Negro, The Cramps, The Count Five, Bang On A Can, Alton Ellis, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Dave Gahan, Q and Not U, Skaos, Leonard Cohen, Main Source, Faust, Yazoo, Althea and Donna, The Toasters, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, KRS-One, Wolf Eyes, Maurizio, Matthew Bourne, Josef K, Girls At Our Best!, The Mummies, The Sisters of Mercy, Bobby Womack, Minor Threat, Popol Vuh, Organ, Monks, The Velvet Underground, Depeche Mode, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.

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)