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 Sierra Leone and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Hong Kong and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Jawbox to the punk 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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.

All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke 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 '70s.

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

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Model 500, Matthew Halsall, Country Teasers, Smog, The Mummies, Jeru the Damaja, Bauhaus, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Lee Hazlewood, the Human League, Robert Hood, Quantec, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Royal Trux, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Bootsy Collins, Crispy Ambulance, Negative Approach, Heavy D & The Boyz, Cymande, Bang On A Can, the Sonics, Sugar Minott, Man Parrish, The Wake, Surgeon, The Raincoats, Kango’s Stein Massive, The Tremeloes, The Motions, Archie Shepp, Blossom Toes, Whodini, The Young Rascals, kango's stein massive, Con Funk Shun, Graham Central Station, Kerri Chandler, Josef K, Sexual Harrassment, Vainqueur, Gang of Four, the Normal, Mad Mike, Dual Sessions, Gerry Rafferty, Animal Collective, Ponytail, Susan Cadogan, Sound Behaviour, Grauzone, Masters at Work, Sonic Youth, The Mojo Men, Derrick Morgan, Johnny Osbourne, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Boz Scaggs, Q65, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.

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)