They left us and were gone
When they quit writing, the good ones, you wait and wait thinking – no, they can’t have stopped. They were addicted. It was what they did. But they've stopped. And maybe they utter a single word once in a while making you sit up like the faithful dog of a dead master, thinking maybe they've come back. Thinking maybe they've found their voice again, maybe, maybe.
But no. We're the generation of mini Salingers.
And all you can do is re-read what they've already given you. Go back in the archives to the beginnings before anyone read them and watch them experiment towards becoming what you enjoyed so damningly much.