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 Norway and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Tokyo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 J.B.'s to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.

All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.

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

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

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

But have you seen my records?

DNA, Grandmaster Flash, Boredoms, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, The Monks, Freddie Wadling, Bootsy Collins, Smog, Al Stewart, Warren Ellis, Newcleus, Guru Guru, Faust, Popol Vuh, Aswad, Nas, Camouflage, The Sonics, Franke, Brothers Johnson, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The United States of America, Clear Light, Talk Talk, Slave, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, Barrington Levy, The Barracudas, Steve Hackett, The Black Dice, Supertramp, Sun Ra, Erykah Badu, Electric Light Orchestra, Graham Central Station, Funkadelic, Kevin Saunderson, The Remains, MC5, Minnie Riperton, U.S. Maple, Oneida, Oppenheimer Analysis, Bill Near, Moby Grape, Hot Snakes, Quando Quango, Buzzcocks, Alison Limerick, Siglo XX, The Real Kids, Soft Machine, In Retrospect, Fela Kuti, The Velvet Underground, The Fuzztones, Reuben Wilson, Man Eating Sloth, ABBA, The Dirtbombs, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.

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)