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 Jordan and from Lagos.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Depeche Mode to the grime 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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Marmalade,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Infiniti,
The Last Poets,
Moebius,
Unwound,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bauhaus,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Slick Rick,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Dead C,
Agent Orange,
Jimmy McGriff,
Blancmange,
Sixth Finger,
Rufus Thomas,
Stereo Dub,
X-Ray Spex,
Zero Boys,
Faust,
The Modern Lovers,
The Techniques,
Surgeon,
Qualms,
Funky Four + One,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Fire Engines,
Vladislav Delay,
Quadrant,
the Normal,
Alison Limerick,
cv313,
Todd Terry,
Ornette Coleman,
Stockholm Monsters,
Spoonie Gee,
The Busters,
Hot Snakes,
Pylon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Gladiators,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jeff Lynne,
Chris & Cosey,
Main Source,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Invisible,
Make Up,
Little Man,
Altered Images,
Index,
LL Cool J,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Electric Prunes,
Gabor Szabo,
Mantronix,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.