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 Qatar and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sound Behaviour to the crunk 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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispian St. Peters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Camberwell Now,
Funky Four + One,
Ronnie Foster,
T.S.O.L.,
Freddie Wadling,
Cluster,
David Bowie,
Harry Pussy,
Iggy Pop,
Alton Ellis,
Robert Wyatt,
Sex Pistols,
Brass Construction,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Monks,
Hashim,
The Neon Judgement,
Susan Cadogan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Technova,
Crime,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Beau Brummels,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Fania All-Stars,
Porter Ricks,
China Crisis,
Joey Negro,
The Cure,
Terry Callier,
Unwound,
Deakin,
Donny Hathaway,
Parry Music,
Danielle Patucci,
The Monochrome Set,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Oblivians,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kevin Saunderson,
Cameo,
T. Rex,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Zapp,
Bob Dylan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Chrome,
Deepchord,
Duran Duran,
The Monks,
Gang Starr,
Jerry's Kids,
Robert Görl,
Erykah Badu,
Rotary Connection,
Sonic Youth,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Minutemen,
Johnny Clarke,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.