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 Guinea-Bissau and from Delhi.
But I was there.

I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Paris and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 808 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Slits. All the underground hits.

All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.

I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.

I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.

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

But have you seen my records?

The Red Krayola, Marshall Jefferson, Ronan, The Index, Judy Mowatt, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, The Neon Judgement, The Chocolate Watch Band, Rakim, Fatback Band, Tres Demented, Reagan Youth, Lou Reed & Metallica, Radio Birdman, Eric Dolphy, Kenny Larkin, The Blues Magoos, Dual Sessions, Charles Mingus, Babytalk, Nirvana, David Bowie, Yazoo, The Detroit Cobras, Amon Düül II, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Davy DMX, La Düsseldorf, Marcia Griffiths, Spoonie Gee, Newcleus, Sällskapet, A Certain Ratio, Stetsasonic, New Age Steppers, Maleditus Sound, Infiniti, Sugar Minott, Mandrill, Shoche, The New Christs, Gang of Four, Sonic Youth, Massinfluence, OOIOO, China Crisis, Skarface, Brothers Johnson, The Gladiators, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Terry Callier, The Zeros, DNA, Interpol, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Shuggie Otis, Nik Kershaw, MDC, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.

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)