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 Dominican Republic and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.

I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Madrid and Glasgow.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 cv313 to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.

All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.

I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Infiniti, Eddi Front, Cheater Slicks, a-ha, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Reagan Youth, Donald Byrd, Alice Coltrane, The Gun Club, Harry Pussy, Absolute Body Control, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Bad Manners, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Marvin Gaye, B.T. Express, Aaron Thompson, The Blackbyrds, Supertramp, Von Mondo, Ponytail, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Accadde A, Can, Audionom, Be Bop Deluxe, The Moleskins, Sound Behaviour, Gil Scott Heron, DJ Sneak, Ludus, the Human League, The Flesh Eaters, John Coltrane, Jacob Miller, Jimmy McGriff, The Victims, Marine Girls, Blossom Toes, Tomorrow, 48th St. Collective, Sly & The Family Stone, Visage, Lou Reed & Metallica, Robert Hood, Leonard Cohen, Ralphi Rosario, Archie Shepp, Dave Gahan, Cal Tjader, The Cowsills, Mission of Burma, Dark Day, Jawbox, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, The Busters, X-102, ABC, Liaisons Dangereuses, Gang Starr, The Human League, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.

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)