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 Estonia and from Manchester.
But I was there.

I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Lagos and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 guitar 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 Barbara Tucker to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.

All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Amazonics, Rosa Yemen, Smog, Drexciya, Electric Prunes, F. McDonald, Au Pairs, Nils Olav, Camberwell Now, Drive Like Jehu, EPMD, Pantytec, the Germs, Alphaville, Q65, Pole, the Human League, Intrusion, Kings Of Tomorrow, Joey Negro, Danielle Patucci, Depeche Mode, The Fuzztones, Derrick May, Lucky Dragons, Eurythmics, Moby Grape, The Angels of Light, Joyce Sims, Wire, The Seeds, Wally Richardson, New York Dolls, Suicide, Jacques Brel, World's Most, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, Pulsallama, Roy Ayers, Surgeon, Judy Mowatt, Tomorrow, Suburban Knight, The Dave Clark Five, Jimmy McGriff, Goldenarms, Kenny Larkin, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Marine Girls, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, The Velvet Underground, Delon & Dalcan, The Gladiators, Dawn Penn, The J.B.'s, Marvin Gaye, Delta 5, Sight & Sound, Jacob Miller, The Raincoats, Barrington Levy, Amon Düül II, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.

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)