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 Cape Verde and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Hot Snakes to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Hardrive,
Schoolly D,
Subhumans,
The Busters,
The Invisible,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Deakin,
DNA,
Pylon,
Flipper,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sugar Minott,
Danielle Patucci,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Outsiders,
Los Fastidios,
Cybotron,
Hasil Adkins,
The Seeds,
Byron Stingily,
Scratch Acid,
Scott Walker,
Henry Cow,
Au Pairs,
the Normal,
Siglo XX,
Heaven 17,
the Slits,
Maurizio,
Eden Ahbez,
Smog,
Bill Wells,
Fluxion,
Robert Wyatt,
The New Christs,
Dawn Penn,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Flamin' Groovies,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Wasted Youth,
Eve St. Jones,
China Crisis,
Qualms,
David Bowie,
Cymande,
Procol Harum,
Television Personalities,
The Gories,
Pagans,
Bob Dylan,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Standells,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Echospace,
Hoover,
Marcia Griffiths,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Pretty Things,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Victims,
Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan.
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.