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 Burkina and from New York.
But I was there.

I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Milan and Stockholm.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the theremin 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 Bronski Beat to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.

All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.

I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.

I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.

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

But have you seen my records?

Deakin, kango's stein massive, KRS-One, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Motorama, Joy Division, Schoolly D, Matthew Bourne, Arab on Radar, Urselle, The Birthday Party, Stockholm Monsters, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Ludus, Connie Case, Sparks, The Barracudas, Kurtis Blow, 48th St. Collective, Be Bop Deluxe, MDC, These Immortal Souls, Ossler, Robert Görl, Electric Prunes, The Moleskins, The Motions, New Order, The Associates, Outsiders, The Alarm Clocks, Danielle Patucci, The Dead C, Sixth Finger, Cybotron, Bad Manners, The Doors, Organ, Liaisons Dangereuses, Barclay James Harvest, Fear, The Velvet Underground, Nick Fraelich, Soulsonic Force, U.S. Maple, Royal Trux, The Flesh Eaters, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, The Gories, Bobby Womack, Mad Mike, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Marine Girls, Minor Threat, L. Decosne, Bobbi Humphrey, Johnny Clarke, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.

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)