"They had that pre-heroin chic heroin chic thing going, I realise now. They were ahead of the times in that way. But when I sat down for a yak with their guitar player Mick Jones, a little thin guy with greasy hair, he was like a Mormon on speed about the Jesus-like qualities of Joe Strummer"
I know in America people think it ridiculous that one can fight to the death over articles of clothing, but in these islands it’s a different story. Teddy Boys were rock ‘n’ rollers, so named after their Edwardian dress style, and punks came in and took the Teddy Boy jackets, which were lovely - long, finget-tip length with moleskin lapels - and ripped them and put safety pins in them. Johnny Rotten was particularly good at decorating a jacket. Teddy Boys didn’t like punks because they thought it was disrespectful what they were doing to their clothes. Which I suppose it was. And one summer in 1976 it was fairly dangerous to walk the streets of London dressed as a punk, especially on Saturday afternoons on the Kings Road, although you’d get involved with Teddy Boys on any day, really. It was their last stand, though, they were blown away by it all. They were the old thing and Punk was the new and there was never going to be a real contest.