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 Philippines and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.

I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Paris and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.

All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.

I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Zapp, MC5, Archie Shepp, Absolute Body Control, The Stooges, The Standells, Sam Rivers, Eddi Front, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Angry Samoans, Crime, Erasure, Patti Smith, The Real Kids, The Young Rascals, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Severed Heads, Camberwell Now, Eli Mardock, Liaisons Dangereuses, the Normal, Altered Images, The Sonics, Gabor Szabo, Dark Day, The Flesh Eaters, Kaleidoscope, Deadbeat, Infiniti, The Doors, Outsiders, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Mo-Dettes, Can, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, JFA, Soul Sonic Force, Letta Mbulu, K-Klass, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Pussy Galore, Chris & Cosey, Sly & The Family Stone, Delta 5, Country Teasers, PIL, The Remains, The Kinks, Main Source, Goldenarms, The Gun Club, James Chance & The Contortions, Livin' Joy, The Motions, Monolake, Barclay James Harvest, Black Pus, Reuben Wilson, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.

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)