Morrissey's tragedy is all over his dreadful autobiography. The only part of his life he values has been his youth. He has lived a very privileged life with commercial success hitting his first proper band almost immediately. Reading his book, you would think that it was all downhill after The Smiths signed their record deal (or rather, two of them did, which would come back to bite Moz on the arse). He has fallen into the classic right wing trap of fetishising his youth, the period of his life where he knew least about the world and didn't have to deal with much beyond his own bubble - save for school, which is awful for virtually everyone. He lives his life in constant review, obsessed with a selective sepia memory of a life "before" - "before" what? "before" everything. In the book he just blames and blames and blames others for his own unhappiness and as his circle has grown smaller and smaller, he has run out of people to blame and has focused on how awful the whole world is.
It is classic reactionary, rose-tinted, "the good ol' days" bullshit and he's a massive fucking dick for falling for it.