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 Palau and from Accra.
But I was there.

I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in New York and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 oboe 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the funk 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 The Names. All the underground hits.

All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters 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 an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sparks record.

I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.

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

But have you seen my records?

Anakelly, The Men They Couldn't Hang, Surgeon, Louis and Bebe Barron, Freddie Wadling, Zapp, Derrick May, Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft, Minnie Riperton, Ohio Players, The Dead C, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Camberwell Now, Absolute Body Control, Scott Walker, Saccharine Trust, Minny Pops, CMW, Cymande, Little Man, Icehouse, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Radiopuhelimet, The Fortunes, Ludus, Sun Ra Arkestra, The Mummies, Joe Smooth, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Organ, James Chance & The Contortions, Banda Bassotti, Oblivians, Nas, Joey Negro, The Moody Blues, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Laurel Aitken, Smog, The Gap Band, Swans, Mission of Burma, Accadde A, The Invisible, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, Fifty Foot Hose, Blake Baxter, Alice Coltrane, Dave Gahan, Pagans, China Crisis, Harpers Bizarre, Crooked Eye, The Doobie Brothers, New Order, Soul Sonic Force, Supertramp, Nirvana, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, The Monochrome Set, The Associates, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.

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)