The fact that disco was the cover story on goddamned fucking Newsweek should've been the first clue that its death (or at least transformation) was imminent. When you have pictures of pensioners shuffling along to the beat, you know it's a goner—at least where the gay nightlife was concerned. After the mainstream killed it, it went back underground and was reborn under a dozen monikers. Thankfully the beat still lives on today, but you won't find anyone calling it disco.