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 Vietnam and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Symarip to the punk 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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bauhaus,
Sällskapet,
Ituana,
Can,
Franke,
D'Angelo,
Spandau Ballet,
Liliput,
Warsaw,
Dennis Brown,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kenny Larkin,
Bobby Sherman,
Brothers Johnson,
Second Layer,
Massinfluence,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mission of Burma,
Fugazi,
Scrapy,
Rufus Thomas,
Lungfish,
The Durutti Column,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Junior Murvin,
8 Eyed Spy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Malaria!,
Magma,
Archie Shepp,
the Association,
Sun Ra,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Nico,
Arthur Verocai,
Skarface,
Lou Christie,
Crime,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Joy Division,
Schoolly D,
New Age Steppers,
Loose Ends,
Derrick May,
Young Marble Giants,
The Victims,
The Buckinghams,
Barrington Levy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ludus,
Byron Stingily,
Howard Jones,
Echospace,
Cameo,
Kevin Saunderson,
Outsiders,
Delta 5,
The Beau Brummels,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.