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 Liechtenstein and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Philadelphia and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the organ 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 Susan Cadogan to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.

All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.

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

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

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

But have you seen my records?

MC5, The Beau Brummels, Accadde A, Sister Nancy, Todd Rundgren, Quando Quango, Aaron Thompson, Amon Düül II, Delta 5, Flamin' Groovies, Skarface, T.S.O.L., Man Parrish, F. McDonald, Selector Dub Narcotic, Bootsy Collins, Jimmy McGriff, The Detroit Cobras, Niagra, Sound Behaviour, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Soul II Soul, The Sound, Skaos, Liaisons Dangereuses, Nick Fraelich, Mad Mike, Sonny Sharrock, Thee Headcoats, The Wake, New Age Steppers, CMW, The Slits, Bluetip, Nik Kershaw, This Heat, Marshall Jefferson, Eric Copeland, Judy Mowatt, Jacob Miller, Alton Ellis, Junior Murvin, The Blackbyrds, the Association, Lakeside, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, The Five Americans, The Mummies, cv313, Blossom Toes, The Techniques, London Community Gospel Choir, Carl Craig, Ludus, Barrington Levy, Stockholm Monsters, The Smoke, Cameo, Interpol, Rod Modell, Zapp, DeepChord presents Echospace, DeepChord presents Echospace, DeepChord presents Echospace, DeepChord presents Echospace.

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)