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 Serbia and from Seoul.
But I was there.

I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Mexico City and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the oboe 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.

All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.

I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.

I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.

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

But have you seen my records?

UT, The Vogues, The Royal Family And The Poor, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Sugar Minott, Severed Heads, Kango’s Stein Massive, Barrington Levy, Bizarre Inc., Chrome, Steve Hackett, Interpol, Albert Ayler, Traffic Nightmare, The Associates, Max Romeo, Larry & the Blue Notes, Stockholm Monsters, Scientists, Black Moon, Country Joe & The Fish, Electric Light Orchestra, In Retrospect, The Star Department, Television Personalities, Danielle Patucci, The Jesus and Mary Chain, the Human League, Bronski Beat, Boogie Down Productions, Fluxion, The Fuzztones, It's A Beautiful Day, Aaron Thompson, Byron Stingily, Skarface, Ralphi Rosario, Cal Tjader, Johnny Clarke, Black Pus, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, The Last Poets, Hasil Adkins, Skriet, The Remains, The Modern Lovers, Maleditus Sound, Tomorrow, OOIOO, Ten City, Nik Kershaw, Second Layer, Adolescents, John Lydon, Rosa Yemen, Crooked Eye, Bobbi Humphrey, The Count Five, London Community Gospel Choir, Schoolly D, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.

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)