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 Netherlands and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Mexico City and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Tremeloes to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.

All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Joyce Sims, Jesper Dahlback, Black Flag, Grauzone, Eric Dolphy, DeepChord presents Echospace, Model 500, Infiniti, These Immortal Souls, Ronan, The Durutti Column, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Pet Shop Boys, Cheater Slicks, the Human League, Essential Logic, a-ha, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Rosa Yemen, Deadbeat, The American Breed, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Public Enemy, Kerri Chandler, Blancmange, Mission of Burma, Procol Harum, Wire, Icehouse, Soul Sonic Force, Brothers Johnson, Dawn Penn, Connie Case, Gil Scott Heron, Yellowson, The J.B.'s, The Grass Roots, Technova, Altered Images, the Swans, Unrelated Segments, kango's stein massive, AZ, Scott Walker, F. McDonald, Oppenheimer Analysis, ABBA, Talk Talk, Lucky Dragons, Young Marble Giants, The Velvet Underground, The Moody Blues, Boredoms, Oblivians, Newcleus, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Simply Red, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Second Layer, MDC, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.

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)