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 Seychelles and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Tehran and New York.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Shoche. All the underground hits.

All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.

I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.

I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.

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

But have you seen my records?

Pussy Galore, Barbara Tucker, The Detroit Cobras, Johnny Osbourne, Joy Division, Jimmy McGriff, June Days, The Victims, Aaron Thompson, Trumans Water, Hoover, Sandy B, Outsiders, Mandrill, DeepChord presents Echospace, The Human League, One Last Wish, Eurythmics, cv313, Buzzcocks, Lou Reed, Goldenarms, K-Klass, Quantec, Michelle Simonal, Yellowson, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Pulsallama, Todd Terry, Gang Green, Harry Pussy, New Age Steppers, Japan, Joe Smooth, Dual Sessions, Procol Harum, Radiopuhelimet, Jawbox, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Spoonie Gee, Electric Light Orchestra, The Grass Roots, Scratch Acid, Letta Mbulu, Nico, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Au Pairs, Accadde A, Yaz, Reuben Wilson, Bad Manners, Country Joe & The Fish, Ash Ra Tempel, The Stooges, Todd Rundgren, Subhumans, Hashim, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.

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)