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 Kuwait and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Columbus and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Knickerbockers to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.

All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.

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

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Soul II Soul, Delon & Dalcan, One Last Wish, Half Japanese, The Music Machine, Fela Kuti, Sight & Sound, Kool Moe Dee, Pylon, Intrusion, Traffic Nightmare, Nik Kershaw, Thompson Twins, Roger Hodgson, Maurizio, Jesper Dahlback, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Pet Shop Boys, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Janne Schatter, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, The Leaves, Gabor Szabo, Danielle Patucci, The Neon Judgement, Tres Demented, Bobby Womack, Josef K, Animal Collective, Sixth Finger, FM Einheit, Zapp, Bauhaus, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Flamin' Groovies, EPMD, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Erasure, Kerri Chandler, Lindisfarne, Grey Daturas, Bob Dylan, The Walker Brothers, Jesper Dahlbäck, Curtis Mayfield, Mad Mike, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, the Slits, The Pretty Things, The Barracudas, Gerry Rafferty, New Order, Saccharine Trust, Babytalk, Patti Smith, Crime, The Angels of Light, Ultra Naté, Black Flag, The Monochrome Set, London Community Gospel Choir, Cameo, Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.

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)