I’m wearing white socks.

Well, they’re trainer liners so you can’t really see them. But I used to wear white socks proudly and visibly with shiny black Bass Weejuns and this record is probably the reason why. It was the first jazz-funk tune I ever heard and I still love it. In the late 70s, jazz-funk was far bigger than punk and yet you wouldn’t think so. But then, it was a very working-class scene. Its devotees, unlike their posh punk counterparts, did not become cultural commentators or commissioning editors for Channel 4, so this huge and exciting youth phenomenon has been largely forgotten. Not by me, it hasn’t. I remember great nights with fantastic music played by DJs like Chris Hill, Nicky Holloway and Froggy who really knew how to wind up a dancefloor. Give me black music and white socks. Rather than the other way round.