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 Slovenia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.

I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 Stockholm and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Buzzcocks to the rock 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 The Invisible. All the underground hits.

All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.

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

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Liliput, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Althea and Donna, Absolute Body Control, Mo-Dettes, Rakim, The Associates, Judy Mowatt, Alphaville, The Dead C, Y Pants, Hot Snakes, Skriet, DeepChord presents Echospace, Echospace, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, Bootsy Collins, Colin Newman, Fad Gadget, Funky Four + One, The Barracudas, the Human League, Grandmaster Flash, UT, Crispy Ambulance, Con Funk Shun, Hashim, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, David Bowie, The Techniques, Frankie Knuckles, The Fall, Sad Lovers and Giants, The Gun Club, Ronnie Foster, the Sonics, Agent Orange, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Skarface, Aloha Tigers, Ken Boothe, Spoonie Gee, Index, The Busters, Soulsonic Force, Lebanon Hanover, Tomorrow, Infiniti, The Blackbyrds, Archie Shepp, Schoolly D, Japan, Chris & Cosey, Sight & Sound, Black Bananas, The Smiths, Jesper Dahlbäck, Anakelly, MDC, Wolf Eyes, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.

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)