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 Indonesia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.

I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Mumbai and Salvador.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the grime 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 Skriet. All the underground hits.

All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.

I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.

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

But have you seen my records?

Kenny Larkin, Inner City, Technova, Danielle Patucci, X-101, Eric Dolphy, Moss Icon, Bobby Womack, Lightning Bolt, James White and The Blacks, Todd Rundgren, Section 25, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Blossom Toes, Jacob Miller, Arcadia, The Residents, The Victims, Alphaville, Rotary Connection, Moby Grape, Man Parrish, OOIOO, The Leaves, Bang On A Can, Roxy Music, Soft Machine, Eli Mardock, Audionom, KRS-One, Urselle, Joe Finger, Sister Nancy, Main Source, Public Image Ltd., The Index, Goldenarms, Kerrie Biddell, Nirvana, Shoche, Ultramagnetic MC's, Bush Tetras, Wally Richardson, Adolescents, The Grass Roots, The Electric Prunes, The Buckinghams, Donny Hathaway, Joensuu 1685, U.S. Maple, Essential Logic, Symarip, Cal Tjader, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, John Foxx, Beasts of Bourbon, Tubeway Army, Depeche Mode, Visage, Echo & the Bunnymen, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.

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)