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Written by Robbie Williams, Guy Chambers and Kelvin Andrews, Knutsford City Limits offers one of the album’s sharpest fusions of humour and self-awareness. Named after the Cheshire town near Manchester, the song plays on Williams’ Midlands–Northern roots, using the fictional setting as a metaphor for class tension, celebrity and self-image. It was performed on UK television but not released as a single.
Musically, the track leans towards glam rock, with buzzing guitars and handclaps underscoring its swagger. Williams revels in irony, declaring “London’s got gimmicks, New York’s had its minute, but Knutsford City Limits” as both defiance and self-mockery. The lyric “You said I was northern scum, I was wounded baby, that’s fighting talk where I’m from” reflects the chip-on-the-shoulder wit that long defined his stage persona.
In every working-class northern boy, there’s a posh person dying to get out.Robbie Williams
The song also contains a subtle commentary on fame. “One transmission on the television saying I can’t do my job, well I just kept dancing” captures Williams’ determination to outlast critics and reclaim confidence through performance. Its brash rhythm and spoken asides evoke the theatrical energy of early glam-pop and reveal a musician unafraid to parody himself.
While Knutsford City Limits is light-hearted on the surface, its lyrics hint at deeper frustration with media scrutiny and social class perceptions. It remains one of Williams’ most character-driven tracks, a knowing portrait of a northern pop star caught between aspiration and identity.
Lyrics
I was wounded baby
That's fighting talk where I'm from
And I'm not moving baby
Spent my life dancing with shadows in strobe lights
It's alright, everything mellows in sunlight
And now London's got its gimmicks
And New York's had its minute
But Knutsford City limits
I'll never change
I've been running nearly all my life
It left me broken baby
When the meter ran out on life
I used my tokens lady
Spent my life dancing with shadows in strobe lights
Now it's alright, everything mellows in sunlight
And now London's got its gimmicks
And New York's had its minute
But Knutsford City limits
I'll never change
London's got its gimmicks
And New York's had its minute
But Knutsford City limits
Will never change
I've been running nearly all my life
It left me broken baby
When the meter ran out on life
I used my tokens lady
You said I was Northern scum
I was wounded baby
That's fighting talk where I'm from
And I'm not moving baby
London's got its gimmicks
And New York's had its minute
But Knutsford City limits
I'll never change
Saw one transmission
On the television
Saying I can't do my job
Well I just kept dancing
Don't hate me 'cause I'm handsome
And the beat will never stop
Saw one transmission
On the television
Saying I can't do my job
Well I just keep dancing
Don't hate me 'cause I'm handsome
And the beat will never stop
Saw one transmission
On the television
Saying I can't do my job
Well I just keep dancing
Don't hate me 'cause I'm handsome
And the beat will never stop
Saw one transmission
On the television
Saying I can't do my job
Well I just keep dancing
Don't hate me 'cause I'm handsome
And the beat will never
Credits
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Vocalist
Robbie Williams -
Songwriter
Robbie Williams, Guy Chambers, Kelvin Andrews