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 Germany and from Beijing.
But I was there.

I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Tokyo and Bremen.
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 güiro 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.

All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo 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 '80s.

I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Skriet, Archie Shepp, Alice Coltrane, Theoretical Girls, Nirvana, The Gun Club, the Slits, Brothers Johnson, Harmonia, Fatback Band, Oneida, Be Bop Deluxe, Blake Baxter, The Walker Brothers, The Gladiators, Adolescents, Echo & the Bunnymen, Shoche, Kerri Chandler, The Trojans, The Searchers, MC5, The Sisters of Mercy, Magma, Jerry's Kids, Camouflage, Visage, Prince Buster, Average White Band, Girls At Our Best!, Quadrant, The Divine Comedy, Peter & Gordon, Groovy Waters, The Golliwogs, Electric Prunes, Crooked Eye, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Kevin Saunderson, Guru Guru, The Knickerbockers, Sarah Menescal, The Jesus and Mary Chain, Aural Exciters, The Buckinghams, Sonny Sharrock, Susan Cadogan, The Evens, Gang Green, The Mojo Men, Eden Ahbez, Flamin' Groovies, Sällskapet, The Offenders, Excepter, Fat Boys, Clear Light, Mad Mike, the Fania All-Stars, Y Pants, Scrapy, Sister Nancy, Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.

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)