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 Luxembourg and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Johannesburg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Tres Demented to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 DNA. All the underground hits.

All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.

I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Bootsy's Rubber Band, Suburban Knight, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Faust, Simply Red, Peter and Kerry, Marmalade, Sam Rivers, New Order, Wire, Dave Gahan, La Düsseldorf, The Detroit Cobras, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Peter & Gordon, The Wake, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Nirvana, Boredoms, the Association, Eli Mardock, Oneida, Pantaleimon, DeepChord presents Echospace, Talk Talk, The Blackbyrds, Quadrant, Letta Mbulu, Liliput, Fugazi, Gregory Isaacs, Quando Quango, Main Source, Ponytail, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Matthew Bourne, Neu!, Ludus, Morten Harket, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Lalo Schifrin, Black Bananas, Procol Harum, Sarah Menescal, Alton Ellis, the Normal, Flamin' Groovies, Crispian St. Peters, Interpol, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Pharoah Sanders, Todd Rundgren, Malaria!, The Modern Lovers, Chris & Cosey, Connie Case, Marshall Jefferson, Junior Murvin, The Offenders, Massinfluence, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.

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)