Infinitely Losing My Edge
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 Tuvalu and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 clarinet 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 The Cramps 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 The United States of America. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Q and Not U,
Index,
Fat Boys,
John Lydon,
Nas,
Nirvana,
Inner City,
Sun Ra,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
FM Einheit,
Infiniti,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lindisfarne,
Groovy Waters,
Gerry Rafferty,
Skaos,
Steve Hackett,
Funkadelic,
The Litter,
Barrington Levy,
The Count Five,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eden Ahbez,
a-ha,
Robert Görl,
Panda Bear,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Scratch Acid,
The Blues Magoos,
Electric Prunes,
Donny Hathaway,
Lou Reed,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Reagan Youth,
Camouflage,
Wally Richardson,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fatback Band,
Supertramp,
Black Pus,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Young Rascals,
Qualms,
The Black Dice,
Absolute Body Control,
Stetsasonic,
Wings,
New Age Steppers,
Spoonie Gee,
L. Decosne,
Little Man,
Royal Trux,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gabor Szabo,
Jeff Mills,
Roy Ayers,
Glenn Branca,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.