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 Guinea and from Lagos.
But I was there.

I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Mumbai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Michael McDonald 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 Stiv Bators to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.

All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moss Icon record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Avey Tare, Black Flag, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, the Human League, Boz Scaggs, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, OOIOO, Altered Images, Adolescents, Easy Going, Kevin Saunderson, Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Minny Pops, Erasure, The Fugs, Vainqueur, Johnny Osbourne, Wasted Youth, Lyres, Electric Light Orchestra, Steve Hackett, Gabor Szabo, Ice-T, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Inner City, Joe Finger, The Slits, Michelle Simonal, The Velvet Underground, Guru Guru, Graham Central Station, John Cale, Kerrie Biddell, A Certain Ratio, The Leaves, The Fortunes, Rod Modell, Lee Hazlewood, The Searchers, Maleditus Sound, Bob Dylan, Sunsets and Hearts, Black Sheep, Jeff Mills, Gang of Four, Thompson Twins, The Doobie Brothers, Blossom Toes, Drexciya, Supertramp, Television, Ituana, X-102, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Deakin, AZ, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, John Holt, Curtis Mayfield, The Names, Massinfluence, Joensuu 1685, Gang Gang Dance, Amon Düül II, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.

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)