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 Andorra and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Johannesburg.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Mo-Dettes to the electroclash 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 The Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Zeros 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?
OOIOO,
Dave Gahan,
Accadde A,
Jeff Lynne,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mission of Burma,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lou Reed,
Jeff Mills,
Alice Coltrane,
Cymande,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mo-Dettes,
Rakim,
The Gun Club,
Anakelly,
Gang Starr,
Lower 48,
The Golliwogs,
Mantronix,
Eve St. Jones,
The Standells,
Grauzone,
The Dead C,
Black Moon,
Gabor Szabo,
Junior Murvin,
Flipper,
Pagans,
Tubeway Army,
Drive Like Jehu,
Albert Ayler,
Joe Smooth,
Agitation Free,
Anthony Braxton,
ABC,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Vladislav Delay,
One Last Wish,
PIL,
The Slits,
Lebanon Hanover,
James White and The Blacks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
David Bowie,
Sarah Menescal,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Slits,
Prince Buster,
Reuben Wilson,
Adolescents,
The Beau Brummels,
Lightning Bolt,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Motorama,
Jeru the Damaja,
Slave,
Sound Behaviour,
Whodini,
Lakeside,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.