It is becoming obvious to me as I watch quizzes like Mastermind and University Challenge which nowadays include questions on popular culture, as well as competitions on radio 2, that my knowledge of pop music after about 1990 is practically non-existent. This is partly because from 1990-93 I was largely abroad and listened more to flamenco and my tapes of Simply Red (Holding Back the Years got me through a snowy February in Madrid with a metro strike) after which I was too busy getting married and raising children to pay much attention.
I’m practically perfect on music of the 70s, reasonably good on the 80s and not too bad on the 60s but anything after 1989 is a bit of a blur (ho ho). Added to which, it doesn’t interest me. This is natural I suppose as it’s not my generation, but I can’t help thinking that most music nowadays is just pap. There are some good singers like Taylor Swift and Ava Maxx, but the music just doesn’t move me. And don’t get me started on the inexplicable popularity of Ed Sheeran.
So there you are, my boring old fart status confirmed forever.
Kirk out
Sarada Gray 
I shouldn’t worry: I think this progression is entirely natural. I sometimes also feel like an old fart; and occasionally take secret pleasure in publicly confirming that; but I very rarely fulminate about how music now isn’t as good as it was when I was younger, because musical taste is so personal, and succeeding generations will always feel more comfortable with music they grew up with. I do occasionally hear new acts which appeal to me, courtesy of BBC 6Music, but there’s also plenty which causes me to switch back to Radio 3 or JazzFM quick smart! 😉 All part of my ongoing mission to become more accommodating and less judgmental: work in progress 😀 Cheers, Jon.
I’m okay up until about 2004, then it gets shaky. My wife is a huge fan of Sheeran, and like you, I don’t get him at all. Plus he needs a shave, that is NOT a beard.
Best wishes, Pete.
Yes that annoys me too