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 Barbados and from Jakarta.
But I was there.

I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Seoul and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bronski Beat to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Martian. All the underground hits.

All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record.

I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.

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

But have you seen my records?

Kevin Saunderson, Black Pus, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Blancmange, Robert Görl, Q and Not U, Swell Maps, X-101, Basic Channel, Girls At Our Best!, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, The Cure, Arcadia, Jeru the Damaja, Bronski Beat, Janne Schatter, Youth Brigade, Ponytail, Von Mondo, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Jesper Dahlback, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Newcleus, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Jeff Lynne, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Soulsonic Force, Boz Scaggs, The Vogues, Eric Dolphy, David Bowie, Kurtis Blow, Circle Jerks, Yusef Lateef, The Remains, Erasure, Main Source, Anakelly, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Silicon Teens, T.S.O.L., Isaac Hayes, John Coltrane, Rapeman, Unrelated Segments, Vainqueur, Buzzcocks, Cheater Slicks, Lakeside, Alton Ellis, The Barracudas, Traffic Nightmare, The Divine Comedy, D'Angelo, Qualms, Tomorrow, Peter and Kerry, Boredoms, New York Dolls, The Leaves, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.

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)