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 Ireland and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Calgary and Jakarta.
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 oboe 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 EPMD to the jazz 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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.

All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.

I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Public Image Ltd., Don Cherry, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Simply Red, Louis and Bebe Barron, Big Daddy Kane, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Zero Boys, Echospace, Eurythmics, Cabaret Voltaire, The Divine Comedy, DNA, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, The Martian, Stiv Bators, Lucky Dragons, The Toasters, Nick Fraelich, Bronski Beat, Khruangbin, Jerry Gold Smith, Eden Ahbez, Dave Gahan, Talk Talk, KRS-One, Lalo Schifrin, Erykah Badu, Rapeman, The Leaves, One Last Wish, This Heat, Slick Rick, Urselle, Hasil Adkins, Sugar Minott, The Barracudas, Jimmy McGriff, ABBA, Gichy Dan, 10cc, Section 25, Mantronix, In Retrospect, Basic Channel, Eli Mardock, June Days, Pet Shop Boys, U.S. Maple, Electric Prunes, Marine Girls, World's Most, Cameo, Spoonie Gee, Dual Sessions, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Make Up, Moby Grape, The Slits, The Shadows of Knight, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.

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)