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 Korea North and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Young Marble Giants to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Half Japanese,
Iggy Pop,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Toasters,
Interpol,
Boz Scaggs,
Donald Byrd,
Pantaleimon,
The Busters,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sun City Girls,
Roger Hodgson,
Depeche Mode,
T.S.O.L.,
Crash Course in Science,
Urselle,
Sister Nancy,
Fad Gadget,
ABC,
Alison Limerick,
Babytalk,
Arab on Radar,
Stiv Bators,
Flamin' Groovies,
Amazonics,
One Last Wish,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Music Machine,
Vladislav Delay,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Alton Ellis,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Remains,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jimmy McGriff,
Outsiders,
Aswad,
Schoolly D,
The Dirtbombs,
Yazoo,
Aaron Thompson,
The Black Dice,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Franke,
The Raincoats,
Monolake,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Residents,
Don Cherry,
Donny Hathaway,
The Associates,
Nik Kershaw,
Television Personalities,
Livin' Joy,
Wasted Youth,
The Martian,
Warren Ellis,
Circle Jerks,
The Last Poets,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.