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 Bangladesh and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sisters of Mercy to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Colin Newman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Michelle Simonal,
Soft Cell,
Liliput,
Eli Mardock,
Rekid,
Pole,
Altered Images,
Roy Ayers,
The Mummies,
The Busters,
Fad Gadget,
The Dead C,
the Normal,
Dave Gahan,
Fat Boys,
The Slackers,
Model 500,
The Remains,
the Swans,
David Axelrod,
Kayak,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Fire Engines,
Minor Threat,
Brass Construction,
Tom Boy,
Ossler,
Lakeside,
Masters at Work,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Man Parrish,
Livin' Joy,
Negative Approach,
New Order,
The Fortunes,
Visage,
Bush Tetras,
X-Ray Spex,
Procol Harum,
Nation of Ulysses,
Johnny Clarke,
The Gap Band,
Janne Schatter,
Warren Ellis,
Television Personalities,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Howard Jones,
The Vogues,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bill Wells,
Barclay James Harvest,
Alice Coltrane,
The Litter,
Ken Boothe,
Q and Not U,
Interpol,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mad Mike,
Crash Course in Science,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Cramps,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bizarre Inc.,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.