So today I've just been out for a few pints with an owld marra and comrade, and during the conversation / catch-up I got this sense of some perspective shift happening for me. Hearing about his kids and how they're growing up and their lives are developing, I think for the first time I got a clear sense that life will go on after me, that my time has passed and the present now belongs to a newer generation – and I'm fine with that. I'm 45 and I think my generation should now be put out to pasture. Whatever hopes and dreams we once had are long forgotten, and I'd rather see the world and this country be led more by youthful idealism than the jaded and cynical and increasingly reactionary temperament of us old bastards. We've failed this world and we should stand aside, let the youth step up. As the land belongs to those that work it, the future belongs to those who must live it. We've already seen older generations fuck things up with Brexit and the rightward drift of the political landscape. We need rebellion against the status quo. We need big dreams and ideas and the energy to drive them into action. My own generation have been beaten down like all the previous ones. We've got nowt more to offer. I know I was wrong about many things in my own youth, but honestly, I don't think my political instincts were too far off really. However much my own energy and enthusiasm has waned, I'm still a socialist, still an anarchist. My fundamental viewpoint hasn't changed. I haven't suddenly become obsessed with house-prices or started swallowing Tory propaganda. I still want revolution. I just don't think the potential is in me anymore. But the upcoming generations? Well, I can still hope.
Anyway, this tune feels appropriate – even though it's now like, 20 years old or some shit.