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 Kuwait and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Lagos and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Flipper to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.

All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.

I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

the Bar-Kays, Delta 5, Sugar Minott, Alison Limerick, China Crisis, Rakim, The Kinks, Bootsy's Rubber Band, a-ha, Deakin, Aaron Thompson, The Divine Comedy, Graham Central Station, Sonic Youth, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Los Fastidios, Jeff Mills, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Ronan, Nation of Ulysses, Nick Fraelich, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Peter and Kerry, Jeru the Damaja, Mad Mike, The J.B.'s, Slick Rick, Jesper Dahlback, Sam Rivers, Barbara Tucker, Godley & Creme, Pole, Matthew Bourne, Vainqueur, JFA, The Victims, Quantec, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Joe Finger, The Neon Judgement, Saccharine Trust, Fugazi, Adolescents, Freddie Wadling, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Bobby Womack, Gabor Szabo, The Searchers, Fifty Foot Hose, Basic Channel, Public Image Ltd., Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Trumans Water, It's A Beautiful Day, Andrew Hill, Tomorrow, Mr. Review, Black Bananas, Bill Wells, Royal Trux, Barclay James Harvest, Accadde A, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.

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)