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 Benin and from Milan.
But I was there.

I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Bremen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Rod Modell to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.

All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.

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

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Gerry Rafferty, EPMD, China Crisis, Sly & The Family Stone, Newcleus, Faust, The Young Rascals, Mad Mike, Surgeon, The Dave Clark Five, Beasts of Bourbon, The Evens, The Busters, Liliput, Ten City, The Buckinghams, Robert Görl, Warsaw, London Community Gospel Choir, Marine Girls, Darondo, Basic Channel, Model 500, Qualms, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Josef K, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Skriet, Theoretical Girls, The Velvet Underground, Gang Starr, Mantronix, Bobbi Humphrey, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Black Sheep, Sun Ra, The Gladiators, The Flesh Eaters, Delon & Dalcan, James White and The Blacks, Bauhaus, Scrapy, Stockholm Monsters, Bobby Sherman, Robert Hood, a-ha, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Bobby Womack, The Red Krayola, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Sound Behaviour, Joyce Sims, Masters at Work, Archie Shepp, Mo-Dettes, Gabor Szabo, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Au Pairs, Isaac Hayes, Slick Rick, Tommy Roe, Talk Talk, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.

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)