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 Comoros and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.

I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Spokane and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Tom Verlaine 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 kango's stein massive to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Black Dice. All the underground hits.

All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Pylon, Kerri Chandler, Kenny Larkin, Sex Pistols, The Moody Blues, Yaz, James Chance & The Contortions, Rakim, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, DeepChord presents Echospace, Suburban Knight, Dorothy Ashby, Girls At Our Best!, Tres Demented, The Monochrome Set, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Little Man, Eve St. Jones, Surgeon, Excepter, Amon Düül, Eurythmics, Reagan Youth, Carl Craig, Al Stewart, Robert Hood, Kurtis Blow, Can, Mission of Burma, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Wally Richardson, Wire, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Ten City, Gong, The Misunderstood, Fifty Foot Hose, Hot Snakes, Deakin, Groovy Waters, Rekid, Flamin' Groovies, the Soft Cell, Lyres, The Chocolate Watch Band, Unrelated Segments, Lindisfarne, Mo-Dettes, Johnny Osbourne, Yazoo, Gang Gang Dance, Rufus Thomas, Idris Muhammad, Clear Light, Stetsasonic, Eric Copeland, Siglo XX, Pere Ubu, Rhythim Is Rhythim, The Leaves, Lebanon Hanover, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.

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)