As a true artist, you should let your art go. The other two will suffer the fate of growing fat on the royalties and live lives of excess and wanton hedonism, dying at a ripe old age in the style of Oliver Reed.
You, however, will gain the true, spiritual kudos reserved only for the greatest of artists, and die penniless, drunk, heartbroken and forgotten in a gutter on a cold wet night in Barnsley.
In 50 years time the truth will finally out and films and books will be made in your honour, allowing another group of charlatans to grow fat on the etc etc etc....