I don't remember thinking about it too deeply. I liked the music, I disliked the awful music and clothes of the older kids in sixth form.
It would be much cooler now to say I was an independent spirit discovering obscure world music and working out my own fashion sense. The reality was, at the time I needed to be part of a gang or a thing. We got Saturday jobs, we saved our money, when we had enough we'd get on the train to London to buy cheap unfinished suits just off Carnaby Street. We'd get measured up, go off drinking and being a general nuisance and then at the end of the day return to pick up the finished suit. Change on the train as we got close to home, stroll into the Fantasia Club and be kings for the night. Ahh, good times.
I mean, look at me now, it clearly never did me any harm!