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 Kazakhstan and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.

I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Glasgow and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Brothers Johnson to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.

All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.

I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

World's Most, Peter and Kerry, Fluxion, The Remains, The Velvet Underground, Alison Limerick, Eric Dolphy, Traffic Nightmare, Harmonia, Das Ding, Swell Maps, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Sister Nancy, Zero Boys, Television Personalities, Agitation Free, David Axelrod, Minnie Riperton, The Searchers, Stiv Bators, Subhumans, Amazonics, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, Wire, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Bauhaus, Leonard Cohen, Mandrill, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Newcleus, the Association, The Neon Judgement, Rufus Thomas, Flipper, Dead Boys, The Doors, Lebanon Hanover, Patti Smith, The Seeds, The Techniques, Sam Rivers, Deepchord, K-Klass, A Certain Ratio, Second Layer, Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft, Derrick Morgan, Robert Görl, Oblivians, Nas, Quando Quango, John Holt, Iggy Pop, Marine Girls, The Happenings, Eddi Front, Stockholm Monsters, The Leaves, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, the Soft Cell, Chris & Cosey, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.

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)