Electromagnetic Legacy - No More Choice On FM
It started at 100 with a Kiss
and then, at the dial’s heart, another,
with a hissier signal that was easier to miss.
Suddenly those in London who loved a black voice
started to get spoilt by the concept that was Choice!
Djs previously at the mercy of the DTI
were now legal broadcasters to you and I.
It was such a unique and exciting time for us as group,
my spars and I listened to the test broadcast on a continuous loop
and when I went to the regions I dissed their stations
like Galaxy who flipped the script continuously
to squeeze in pop tracks to a play list
as in London, we rolled differently.
Back then we controlled the mic, we were front and centre
not sidelined to some afterthought lazily labelled Xrta.
But those days are now gone like long lost rare grooves
they fade fast as the wallpaper in some shoobs blues.
Seems, those who mek we dreams come true
were more up inna de business, of business, than of music...
so it became less about singers and bands
and more about selling us brands
and eventually our very soul was sold.
So ever so slowly, once more, London's air waves
became a sea of dancy, unabashedly bashmentless raves
whose melodic flesh was plucked clean by the corporate vulture
hungry for b-lines often unseen in roots and culture.
Still this is only the latest movement to pass in our bass driven symphony,
it cannot and must not be the last, we can get an encore surely?
So fire up the RSL transmitters, go online or turn to DAB
in fact like old Queen Bess I will even condone piracy,
to insure we do not forget and are not once more wiped from history
surely, we must yet again, take control of our electromagnetic legacy.