An excerpt of Grace Jones' memoir, I'll Never Write My Memoirs, has appeared in Time Out. Not a huge deal in itself, but these excerpts criticise some of the biggest names in the world of popular music of the modern world, i.e. Beyoncé, Rihanna, Rita Ora, Miley Cyrus, Madonna, etc.

In this world of poptimism and arguable saturation in pop music, her comments feel more poignant, and more needed, than they would have done, say, 10 or 20 years ago, when lashing out against "the mainstream" was itself the status quo. Unwavering support of huge artists has in some ways never been as big or as personal, thanks to the advent of so-called "Web 2.0", as it is today.

She criticises the way popstar success stories are manufactured with cookie-cutter precision, each next big artist angling a template based on someone who has come before them:

Trends come along and people say, ‘Follow that trend’. There’s a lot of that around at the moment: ‘Be like Sasha Fierce. Be like Miley Cyrus. Be like Rihanna. Be like Lady Gaga. Be like Rita Ora and Sia. Be like Madonna.’ I cannot be like them – except to the extent that they are already being like me.

Though in some ways she seems to be saying, 'I was there first,' – at one point calling herself a "teacher" to some major artists of today – the main crux of her argument against these artists is that they radiate the illusion that they are going against the grain, that they are rebels, that they are doing something different, whilst not realising that the things they're doing, what they're wearing, how they're acting, in order to be perceived as edgy, is in fact the norm today.

...They forget that once you get into that whirlpool then you have to fight the system that solidifies around you in order to keep being the outsider you claim you represent. There will always be a replacement coming along very soon—a newer version, a crazier version, a louder version. So if you haven’t got a long-term plan, then you are merely a passing phase, the latest trend, yesterday’s event.

They dress up as though they are challenging the status quo, but by now, wearing those clothes, pulling those faces, revealing those tattoos and breasts, singing to those fractured, spastic, melting beats – that is the status quo. You are not off the beaten track, pushing through the thorny undergrowth, finding treasure no one has come across before. You are in the middle of the road.

You can read the entire excerpt over at Time Out.