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 Turkmenistan and from Jakarta.
But I was there.

I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Cairo and Manchester.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Ronnie Foster to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 CMW. All the underground hits.

All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.

I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Nico, Index, Marine Girls, Surgeon, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Duran Duran, Basic Channel, James Chance & The Contortions, Funky Four + One, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, kango's stein massive, The Misunderstood, The Durutti Column, Leonard Cohen, Motorama, Adolescents, The Blues Magoos, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Electric Prunes, Throbbing Gristle, Absolute Body Control, The Offenders, Pere Ubu, Severed Heads, Fifty Foot Hose, Pharoah Sanders, Quando Quango, Aswad, Steve Hackett, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Matthew Bourne, UT, The Kinks, Barbara Tucker, David McCallum, Gerry Rafferty, The Slits, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Lou Reed & Metallica, Stetsasonic, Popol Vuh, Nils Olav, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, The Golliwogs, Flash Fearless, X-101, The Modern Lovers, Livin' Joy, The Mighty Diamonds, Joyce Sims, K-Klass, Unrelated Segments, Underground Resistance, Lower 48, the Bar-Kays, Shuggie Otis, Fela Kuti, Pagans, Freddie Wadling, Fat Boys, Brass Construction, The Stooges, Black Bananas, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.

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)