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 China and from Mumbai.
But I was there.

I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Bologna and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 UT to the punk 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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.

All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.

I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Amon Düül II, Judy Mowatt, Television Personalities, Swell Maps, Buzzcocks, Surgeon, the Normal, 48th St. Collective, Pharoah Sanders, Kings Of Tomorrow, Sight & Sound, H. Thieme, Henry Cow, Kaleidoscope, Minny Pops, Index, La Düsseldorf, The Walker Brothers, Dawn Penn, Sexual Harrassment, Soulsonic Force, Erasure, James Chance & The Contortions, JFA, Wally Richardson, Nik Kershaw, Duran Duran, cv313, Fugazi, Desert Stars, Morten Harket, Tom Boy, Juan Atkins, K-Klass, Tears for Fears, Kerrie Biddell, The Sonics, The Mighty Diamonds, Grauzone, Barrington Levy, Harpers Bizarre, Suicide, Wasted Youth, The Detroit Cobras, Gichy Dan, The Dave Clark Five, Drive Like Jehu, CMW, Blossom Toes, Sex Pistols, The Tremeloes, Little Man, It's A Beautiful Day, Faust, The Happenings, Reuben Wilson, The Gun Club, Lonnie Liston Smith, Boz Scaggs, Reagan Youth, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.

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)