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 Swaziland and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Leonard Cohen to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer 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 sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
New Order,
The Dead C,
Fad Gadget,
Alison Limerick,
Cymande,
Danielle Patucci,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bronski Beat,
The Divine Comedy,
The Human League,
Magma,
Amon Düül,
The Last Poets,
Lucky Dragons,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Leaves,
Scientists,
Frankie Knuckles,
Warsaw,
Sun City Girls,
The Buckinghams,
X-101,
China Crisis,
Minor Threat,
Scott Walker,
Los Fastidios,
Bad Manners,
The Beau Brummels,
Eric Dolphy,
Vladislav Delay,
Agent Orange,
R.M.O.,
Barry Ungar,
New York Dolls,
Tom Boy,
Roxy Music,
Drexciya,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Neu!,
KRS-One,
Jeff Lynne,
The Residents,
Liliput,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Interpol,
The Smoke,
The Happenings,
In Retrospect,
Kool Moe Dee,
John Foxx,
Audionom,
Q65,
X-102,
John Cale,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ralphi Rosario,
Iggy Pop,
Todd Rundgren,
Guru Guru,
Ponytail,
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.