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 Libya and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the organ 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 The Golliwogs to the funk 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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ludus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fugazi,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
X-101,
Rod Modell,
Steve Hackett,
The Litter,
Anthony Braxton,
The United States of America,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Inner City,
Skarface,
L. Decosne,
Toni Rubio,
The Beau Brummels,
Frankie Knuckles,
Tom Boy,
Wings,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mad Mike,
Lalann,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Junior Murvin,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Juan Atkins,
June Days,
Newcleus,
Shuggie Otis,
Cal Tjader,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Joe Smooth,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nas,
Eric B and Rakim,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Godley & Creme,
Leonard Cohen,
The Blues Magoos,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
T. Rex,
Thompson Twins,
Dead Boys,
These Immortal Souls,
Franke,
The Dead C,
The Cure,
Johnny Clarke,
Nirvana,
Moby Grape,
Tubeway Army,
Sugar Minott,
Grey Daturas,
Silicon Teens,
Todd Terry,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
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.