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 Japan and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Dennis Brown to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Crash Course in Science,
Niagra,
Cybotron,
The Cure,
The Star Department,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Arcadia,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Soft Cell,
The Electric Prunes,
X-102,
Pantaleimon,
Agent Orange,
Joensuu 1685,
Roxette,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Smoke,
Desert Stars,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Smiths,
Darondo,
Funky Four + One,
Ice-T,
Fad Gadget,
Saccharine Trust,
Grey Daturas,
Jacques Brel,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Simply Red,
cv313,
Main Source,
Colin Newman,
John Foxx,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Japan,
Roxy Music,
CMW,
Radiopuhelimet,
Wire,
Tubeway Army,
New Age Steppers,
Patti Smith,
Gang Green,
The Offenders,
Blake Baxter,
John Lydon,
The Gladiators,
Skarface,
Andrew Hill,
B.T. Express,
the Bar-Kays,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gastr Del Sol,
Cal Tjader,
The Knickerbockers,
Ultra Naté,
Shoche,
Sandy B,
Michelle Simonal,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.