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 Lebanon and from Tokyo.
But I was there.

I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Hong Kong and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 harpsichord 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 Jawbox to the crunk 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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.

All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.

I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Television, DJ Style, Pulsallama, Supertramp, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Gong, Iggy Pop, Aural Exciters, Marvin Gaye, Oneida, Zero Boys, Don Cherry, Barbara Tucker, The Human League, Mary Jane Girls, Bobby Womack, Khruangbin, Lungfish, Newcleus, Brick, Agitation Free, Bush Tetras, Carl Craig, Brand Nubian, Delta 5, The Alarm Clocks, Thee Headcoats, The Gap Band, the Fania All-Stars, The Black Dice, Sly & The Family Stone, Arcadia, The Remains, Stockholm Monsters, DJ Sneak, PIL, Nirvana, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, DNA, Lou Reed & Metallica, Neil Young, Animal Collective, Heavy D & The Boyz, Lyres, Roger Hodgson, Q65, The Golliwogs, Can, Ice-T, Radio Birdman, Al Stewart, the Normal, Archie Shepp, Jeru the Damaja, Japan, Sight & Sound, Crispy Ambulance, Minutemen, Roxy Music, Charles Mingus, Sarah Menescal, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.

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)