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 Egypt and from Spokane.
But I was there.

I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Woodstock and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.

All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.

I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Harpers Bizarre, Bluetip, Shoche, The Star Department, Mo-Dettes, Glenn Branca, Charles Mingus, Boredoms, Rakim, Camberwell Now, Delta 5, New Age Steppers, Glambeats Corp., Surgeon, Pet Shop Boys, The Golliwogs, Curtis Mayfield, Jeff Lynne, Half Japanese, Godley & Creme, New York Dolls, The Fuzztones, The Litter, The Divine Comedy, Ludus, Davy DMX, Nas, Negative Approach, Warsaw, The Standells, The Birthday Party, Joensuu 1685, Young Marble Giants, Dead Boys, Soft Machine, Kurtis Blow, Ponytail, The Barracudas, Mad Mike, Beasts of Bourbon, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Johnny Clarke, Adolescents, The Buckinghams, Wally Richardson, Drive Like Jehu, Swell Maps, Bobby Sherman, Robert Hood, Throbbing Gristle, 8 Eyed Spy, The Motions, Massinfluence, Amon Düül II, Theoretical Girls, The Monks, Chris & Cosey, the Swans, Black Flag, Quadrant, Jeru the Damaja, Mars, Blancmange, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.

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)