This is the title song and third single of the 17th studio album of David Bowie, from 1987. I have some friends that are in disagreement about David Bowie: one of them says his older works are better, the other says later Bowie is better. But not too late, mind: there is no discussion that everything from the Eighties is just plain bad.
The critical reaction to the album tends to agree. The album and its accompanying theatrical tour might have been a commercial success, the musical press thought differently about it. Especially the rich production was considered a bit too much. What was glam rock in the Seventies devolved to overblown production value in the Eighties. Sic transit Bowie.