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 Jamaica and from Mumbai.
But I was there.

I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 808 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 ABBA. All the underground hits.

All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.

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

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Todd Rundgren, Jesper Dahlback, Sarah Menescal, Gil Scott Heron, Inner City, Stereo Dub, The Evens, Brass Construction, Television, Louis and Bebe Barron, JFA, Lou Reed & Metallica, Negative Approach, The Star Department, Magma, Monks, The Leaves, Heavy D & The Boyz, Lyres, Derrick Morgan, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, The Fire Engines, Roy Ayers, Yaz, Cameo, Brothers Johnson, Sun Ra, Jeff Mills, David Bowie, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, The Offenders, Flipper, The Cosmic Jokers, The Fortunes, The Buckinghams, Wire, Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft, Camberwell Now, Pole, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, Malaria!, Bronski Beat, Throbbing Gristle, Sparks, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, The Doors, Sad Lovers and Giants, Marmalade, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Kerri Chandler, Amon Düül, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Minnie Riperton, Supertramp, The Gories, Pagans, Vladislav Delay, Gregory Isaacs, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Boogie Down Productions, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.

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)