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 Canada and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Woodstock and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Aswad to the dance 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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.

All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.

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

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, The Angels of Light, Marcia Griffiths, Deadbeat, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Kevin Saunderson, Byron Stingily, Lou Reed, The Victims, China Crisis, The Busters, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Inner City, Hot Snakes, Blossom Toes, The Divine Comedy, New Age Steppers, the Association, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Todd Rundgren, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Swell Maps, Warren Ellis, Essential Logic, The Associates, Gang Starr, Reuben Wilson, Moebius, Jimmy McGriff, Guru Guru, Marshall Jefferson, Pharoah Sanders, Scan 7, Talk Talk, Zero Boys, Black Bananas, FM Einheit, Lalo Schifrin, Hoover, Mandrill, Derrick Morgan, The Residents, Jerry's Kids, The Fugs, The Smiths, Tom Boy, Livin' Joy, Steve Hackett, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, The Wake, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Angry Samoans, Michelle Simonal, Saccharine Trust, Gichy Dan, The Last Poets, The Doors, Agitation Free, Half Japanese, The Stooges, World's Most, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.

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)