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 Uzbekistan and from Lille.
But I was there.

I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Mexico City and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.

All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.

I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Gang Gang Dance, The Shadows of Knight, Flash Fearless, AZ, MDC, Radio Birdman, Masters at Work, Jeru the Damaja, Niagra, The Monochrome Set, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Jandek, a-ha, The Doors, Barbara Tucker, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, X-101, Dual Sessions, Stiv Bators, CMW, Sound Behaviour, Glambeats Corp., The Saints, Marshall Jefferson, Graham Central Station, Derrick Morgan, the Germs, The Techniques, Archie Shepp, E-Dancer, Lou Reed & Metallica, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, Tom Boy, Jimmy McGriff, Mantronix, Joe Finger, ABBA, Warsaw, Fear, Boogie Down Productions, Cluster, The Toasters, Negative Approach, Sparks, John Coltrane, Sandy B, David McCallum, These Immortal Souls, Reagan Youth, Easy Going, Country Teasers, Parry Music, Bootsy Collins, Yellowson, Agitation Free, Lonnie Liston Smith, The Moleskins, Slave, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Beasts of Bourbon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Roy Ayers, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.

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)